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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you dream like you never seen obstacles
chasing obscene profits so we aint for the red lights
in my rear view all I see is n-ggas headlights
me if you can hoe
they try and sack me and I
look up in the sky youll see where I am bo
hey, dont you see me
making my wishes come true no genie man
I got the keys to my beamer no Beanie Man
Im on rich n-ggas ass no bikini man
I bring the real to the day the Lord me man
never that the kids would wanna be me man
eh, could it be that I give the hopeless kids, hope
caught me through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost
silly head to approach, whats up blood
it strange, a year ago today I was counting change
yeah hopping trains up in New York
I gotta thank God cause if you werent with me
than I surely died
you can throw the in me
this my New resolution, dawg
no Pork in me
uh, I aint no though
Kuran butler Im a wizard if he doesnt
its young Simba, Im ballin til the blow
you try and kick the shit I kick you gon stub toe
boy thats how tough I go
see this is my life
this shit you callin classic, I be like mic work
you to feel something new, thats 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 so politely
never met a baby momma, momma who dont me
met a couple baby though they wanna fight me
I hit her til she snooze, like the news nightly
send her to you when she no longer excites me
no she bitter with this
cause he quite me
one things for baby, you are a wifey
two things for f-cking
I am not the thoguh
so run back to him while you can
he sticking his wife and kid, yeah thats a real man
I was all along and I still am
we let the lust interupt something real,
girl we so you gotta play your own position
I wouldnt say that you a hoe, made a hoe decision
eh, you can blame it on the liquor a prohibitions
we both know thats you wanted girl
I you listening

hey
girl I know you
uh I know you
hey,

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