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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta dream you never seen obstacles
chasing obscene profits so we stopping for the red lights
look in my rear view all I see is n-ggas
me if you can hoe
they try and me and I scramble
look up in the sky youll see where I am bo
hey, you see me man?
making my wishes come true no genie man
I got the keys to my beamer no Beanie Man
Im on these rich ass no bikini man
I the real to the day the Lord free me man
never imagined that the would wanna be me man
eh, could it be that I the hopeless broke kids, hope
caught me walking the mall, looking like he seen a ghost
silly head to approach, up young blood
aint it strange, a ago today I was counting change
yeah hopping up in New York city
though I gotta thank God if you werent with me
I surely woulda died
you can the fork in me
this my New Years resolution,
no more in me
uh, I aint no though
Kuran butler Im a wizard if he doesnt
its young Simba, Im til the buzzard blow
you try and kick the I kick you gon stub your toe
boy thats how tough I go
see this is my life
this shit you classic, I be like that mic work
want you to something new, thats how a dike work
and ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my pipe

not n-gga
not n-gga
yeah, hey
hey, man, hey

Man, I rap so vicious but I so politely
met a baby momma, momma who dont like me
met a baby fathers though they wanna fight me
I hit her til she snooze, the news n-gga nightly
send her back to you she no longer excites me
no she with this n-gga
he aint quite me
one for certain baby, you are a wifey
two things for f-cking
I am not the thoguh
so run back to him you still can
he with his wife and kid, yeah thats a real man
I was ashamed all and I still am
we let the lust something real, damn
girl we grown so you gotta play own position
I wouldnt say that you a hoe, just made a hoe
eh, you can blame it on the like a prohibitions
we know thats what you wanted girl
I know you

hey
girl I you listening
uh I know you
hey,

Shout out to the who supply my shit
the fans online to find my shit
and to then-ggas listening but wont buy my
and catch me in the wanna ride my d-ck
n-ggas is the worst, see me like
J. homie, can you sign my burnt CD
n-gga please, an ten dollars
you act its ten gs
this food for thought cost the same as 2 threes
so at ease with that broke
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 talk a lot of money, cars and hoes sh-t
I you that and a whole lot more sh-t
than got richer and rapping like Im poor sh-t
you n-ggas thinnk you know sh-t, you dont know sh-t
hoe bitch!!!
Yeah, Bitch!!!
J n-gga
hey