They say anythin''s possible
You gotta dream like you never
seen obstacles
Chasin' obscene profits so we ain't
stoppin' for the red lights
Look in my rearview,
all I see is niggas' headlights
Catch me if you can ho,
they try and sack me and I scramble
Look up in the sky you'll see
exactly where I am, Bo
Hey, don't you see me, man?
Makin' my wishes come
true with no genie man
I got the keys to my beamer
with no Beenie Man
I'm on these rich niggas' ass,
no bikini, man
I bring the real to the day
the Lord free me, man
Never imagined that the kids
would want to be me, man
Ayy, could it be I give the hopeless
broke kids hope?
Caught me walkin' through the mall,
lookin' like he seen a ghost
Simply had to ap proach,
"What's up youngblood?"
Ayy, ain't it strange?
A year ago today, my nigga,
I was countin' change
Yeah, hoppin' trains up
in New York City
Know I gotta thank God,
'cause if you weren't with me
Then I surely woulda died,
you can throw the fork in me
This my New Year's resolution,
dawg, no more pork in me
Uh, I ain't no Muslim though
Caron Butler, I'm a wizard if
ya doesn't know
It's Young Simba, yeah,
I'm ballin' 'til the buzzer blow
You's tryna kick the shit I kick,
man you gon' stub your toe
Boy that's just how tough I go,
see this is my light work
This shit y'all callin' classic, I be like,
"That might work"
Want you to feel somethin' new,
that's how a dyke work
They ask me 'bout pressure,
they want to see my pipe burst
Man, I rap so vicious but I talk so politely
Never met a baby mama mama
who don't like me
Met a couple baby fathers
though that wanna fight me
I hit it 'til she snooze like the news nigga,
nightly
Send her back to you when she
no longer excites me
Now she bitter with this nigga
'cause he ain't quite me
One thing's for certain,
baby girl, you are a wifey
Two things for fuckin' sure,
I am not the husband though
So run back to him while
you still can
He stickin' with his wife and kid,
yeah, that's a real man
I was ashamed all along and I still am
We let the lust interrupt
somethin' real, damn
Well, girl, we grown so you gotta
play your own position
I wouldn't say that you a ho,
just made a ho decision
And you can blame it on
the liquor like a prohibition
We both know that's what you wanted girl,
I know you listenin'
Shoutout to the bootleggers
who supply my shit
The fans online tryna find my shit
An d to them niggas listenin' but
won't buy my shit
Then catch me in the street
and wanna ride my dick
Y'all niggas is the worst, see me
Like, "J. Cole, homie,
could you sign my burnt CD?"
Nigga please, a album ten dollars,
you act like it's ten Gs
This food for thought cost
the same as two No. 3s
So at ease with that broke shit
We all tryna get a dollar boy, no shit
You know I feel your pain,
therefore I slang this hope shit
And give you lines that you re wind and think,
"Oh shit"
These rappers talk a lot of money,
cars, and hoes shit
I give you that and then a whole
lot more shit
That "got rich and still rappin'
like I'm poor" shit
You niggas think you know shit,
man, you don't know shit
Ho bitch
Yeah, Cole, bitch
