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[J.Cole]
They say possible,
you gotta dream like you never seen
chasing profits so we aint 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 exactly I am bo
hey, you see me man?
making my wishes come true no genie man
I got the to my beamer with no Beanie Man
Im on these rich ass no bikini man
I bring the real to the day the Lord me man
imagined that the kids would wanna be me man
eh, could it be that I give the broke kids, hope
caught me walking through the mall, looking like he a ghost
silly head to approach, whats up young
aint it strange, a year ago I was counting change
yeah hopping trains up in New York
though I gotta thank God cause if you werent me
I surely woulda died
you can throw the in me
my New Years resolution, dawg
no more in me
uh, I aint no Muslim
Kuran Im a wizard if he doesnt know
its young Simba, Im ballin til the buzzard
you try and kick the shit I kick you gon your toe
boy thats just how I go
see is my life work
this shit you classic, I be like that mic work
you to feel something new, thats how a dike work
and ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my burst

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

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

hey
I know you listening
uh I you listening
hey,

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