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-ggas 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 n-ggas 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, whats up young blood Aint it strange, a year ago today 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 aint no Muslim though Kuran butler I’m a wizard if he doesnt know Its young Simba, I’m ballin’ til the buzzard blow You try and kick the shit I kick you gon stub your toe Boy thats just how tough I go See this is my life work This shit you callin classic, I be like that mic 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-gga Not tonight n-gga 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 n-gga nightly Send her back to you when she no longer excites me No she bitter with this n-gga Cause he aint quite me One things for certain baby, you are a wifey Two things for f-cking sure I am not the husband thoguh 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 hoe, just made a hoe 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
Shout out to the bootleggers who supply my shit The fans online trying to find my shit And to then-ggas listening but wont buy my sh-t And catch me in the street wanna ride my d-ck Y’all n-ggas is the worst, see me like “J. Cole homie, can you sign my burnt CD” N-gga 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 sh-t You know I feel ya pain, thats why I slang this hope sh-t And give you lines that you rewind and think oh sh-t These rappers talk a lot of money, cars and hoes sh-t I give you that and a whole lot more sh-t Than got richer and still rapping like I’m poor sh-t You n-ggas thinnk you know sh-t, n-gga you don’t know sh-t Hoe bitch!!! Yeah, Cole Bitch!!! J Cole n-gga HeyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
