J. Cole - The Autograph

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
Hey