[Verse 1]
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 n***as 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?
Making my wishes come true with no genie man
I got the keys to my beamer with no Beenie Man
I'm on these rich n***as a** 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
Simply had to approach, what's up young blood
Ain't it strange, a year ago today, my n***a, I was counting change
Yeah hopping trains up in New York city
Though 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 Years resolution, dawg
No more Pork in me, uh, I ain't no m**m though
Caron Butler I'm a wizard if he doesn't know
Its young Simba, I'm ballin' 'til the buzzer blow
You try and kick the sh** I kick you gon stub your toe
Boy thats just how tough I go, see this is my life work
This sh** you callin cla**ic, I be like that might work
Want you to feel something new, thats how a dike work
And ask me bout pressure, they wanna see my pipe burst
Not tonight n***a
Not tonight n***a
Yeah, hey
Hey, man, hey
[Verse 2]
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 n***a nightly
Send her back to you when she no longer excites me
No she bitter with this n***a cause he ain't quite me
One things for certain baby, you are a wifey, two things for f**ing sure
I am not the husband though, so run back to him while you still can
He sticking with his wife and kid, yeah thats 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 ho, just made a ho decision
Eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a prohibitions
We both know thats what you wanted girl
I know you listening
Hey
Girl I know you listening
Uh I know you listening
Hey, yeah
[Verse 3]
Shout out to the bootleggers who supply my sh**
The fans online trying to find my sh**
And to the n***as listening but won't buy my sh**
And catch me in the street wanna ride my dick
Y'all n***as is the worst, see me like
“J. Cole homie, can you sign my burnt CD”
n***a 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 sh**
We all tryna get a dollar boy, no sh**
You know I feel ya pain, thats why I slang this hope sh**
And give you lines that you rewind and think oh sh**
These rappers talk a lot of money, cars and hoes sh**
I give you that and a whole lot more sh**
Than got richer and still rapping like I'm poor sh**
You n***as think you know sh**, n***a you don't know sh**
Ho b**h
Yeah, Cole b**h
J Cole n***a
Hey