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They say anythings possible, You gotta dream like you never seen obstacles Chasing obscene profits so we ain't stopping for the red lights Look in my rear view all I see is niggas headlights Catch me if you can hoe 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? Making my wishes come true with no genie man I got the keys to my beamer with no Beanie 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 wanna be me man Eh, could it be that I give the hopeless broke kids, hope Caught me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost Silly head to approach, what's up young blood Ain't it strange, a year ago today my nigga I was counting change Yeah hopping trains up in New York city Though I gotta thank God cause if you weren't with me Than I surely woulda died You can throw the fork in me This my New Years resolution, dawg No more Pork in me Uh, I ain't no Muslim though Caron butler I'm a wizard if he doesnt know It's young Simba, I'm ballin' til the buzzer blow SongtexteYou try and kick the shit I kick you gon stub your toe Boy that's just how tough I go See this is my lite work This shit you callin classic, I be like that might work Want you to feel something new, that's how a dike work And ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my pipe burst Not tonight nigga Not tonight nigga Yeah, hey Hey, man, hey Man, I rap so vicious but I talk so politely Never met a baby momma, momma who don't like me Met a couple baby fathers though they wanna fight me I hit her til she snooze, like the news nigga nightly Send her back to you when she no longer excites me No she bitter with this nigga Cause he ain't quite me One things for certain baby, girl you are a wifey Two things for fucking sure I am not the husband though So run back to him while you still can He sticking with his wife and kid, yeah that's a real man I was ashamed all along and I still am We let the lust interupt something real, damn Girl we grown so you gotta play your own position I wouldn't say that you a hoe, just made a hoe decision Eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a prohibitions We both know that's what you wanted girl I know you listening Hey Girl I know you listening Uh I know you listening Hey, yeah Shout out to the bootleggers who supply my shit The fans online trying to find my shit And to then-ggas listening but won't buy my shit And catch me in the street wanna ride my dick Y'all niggas is the worst, see me like "J. Cole homie, can you sign my burnt CD" Nigga please, an album ten dollars You act like it's ten g's This food for thought cost the same as 2 numbers three's So at ease with that broke shit We all tryna get a dollar boy, no shit You know I feel ya pain, that's why I slang this hope shit And give you lines that you rewind and think oh shit These rappers talk a lot of money, cars and hoes shit I give you that and a whole lot more shit Than got richer and still rapping like I'm poor shit You niggas thinnk you know shit, nigga you don't know shit Hoe bitch! Yeah, Cole Bitch! J Cole nigga Hey Aus Songtexte Mania