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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta like you never seen obstacles
chasing obscene profits so we stopping for the red lights
look in my view all I see is n-ggas headlights
me if you can hoe
they try and sack me and I
up in the sky youll see exactly where I am bo
hey, dont you see me
making my wishes come with no genie man
I got the keys to my beamer with no Man
Im on rich n-ggas ass no bikini man
I bring the real to the day the free me man
never imagined the kids would wanna be me man
eh, could it be that I give the hopeless broke kids,
me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost
silly head to approach, whats up blood
aint it strange, a year ago today I was counting
yeah hopping trains up in New York
I gotta thank God cause if you werent with me
than I surely woulda
you can throw the in me
my New Years resolution, dawg
no Pork in me
uh, I no Muslim though
Kuran butler Im a if he doesnt know
its young Simba, Im ballin til the buzzard
you try and kick the shit I kick you gon stub toe
boy thats just how I go
see is my life work
this shit you classic, I be like that mic work
want you to feel something new, how a dike work
and ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my burst

not tonight
not tonight
yeah, hey
hey, man, hey

Man, I rap so vicious but I talk so
never met a baby momma, who dont like me
met a couple baby fathers though they fight me
I hit her til she snooze, the news n-gga nightly
send her back to you when she no longer me
no she bitter this n-gga
cause he quite me
one things for certain baby, you are a
two for f-cking sure
I am not the husband
so run to him while you still can
he sticking with his wife and kid, yeah a real man
I was all along and I still am
we let the lust interupt something real,
girl we grown so you play your own position
I wouldnt say you a hoe, just made a hoe decision
eh, you can it on the liquor like a prohibitions
we both know thats what you wanted
I know you

hey
girl I know you
uh I know you
hey,

Shout out to the bootleggers who supply my
the online trying to find my shit
and to then-ggas but wont buy my sh-t
and catch me in the street wanna my d-ck
n-ggas is the worst, see me like
J. Cole homie, can you my burnt CD
n-gga please, an ten dollars
you act its ten gs
this food for thought cost the as 2 numbers threes
so at ease that broke shit
we all get a dollar boy, no sh-t
you know I ya pain, thats why I slang this hope sh-t
and you lines that you rewind and think oh sh-t
these rappers talk a lot of money, cars and sh-t
I give you that and a whole lot more
got richer and still rapping like Im poor sh-t
you n-ggas thinnk you know sh-t, you dont know sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J Cole
hey