J. Cole — The Autograph

[Intro] Just turn the beat down just a little bit Hey, yeah [Verse 1] They say anything's possible You gotta dream like you never seen obstacles Chasing obscene profits so we ain’t stopping 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? 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 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 Ay, could it be 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 youngblood?" Ay, ain't it strange? A year ago today, my nigga, I was counting change Yeah, hopping 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 something new, that's how a dyke work They ask me 'bout pressure, they want to see my pipe burst [Interlude] Not tonight nigga Ay, not tonight nigga Yeah, hey Man, 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 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 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 interrupt something 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' [Interlude] Hey Girl, I know you listenin' Uh, I know you listenin' Hey, yeah [Verse 3] Shoutout to the bootleggers who supply my shit The fans online tryna find my shit And to them niggas listening 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 rewind 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 rapping like I’m poor" shit You niggas think you know shit, man you don’t know shit [Outro] Ho bitch Yeah, Cole, bitch Uh, J. Cole, nigga Hey