J. Cole – The Autograph lyrics

[J. Cole]
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, what's 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 doesn't know
It's young Simba, I'm ballin' til the buzzard blow
You try and kick the shit I kick you gon stub your toe
Boy that's 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, that's 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 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 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, that's 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