The Autograph

Just turn the beat down, just a little bit Hey Yeah, they say anything's possible You gotta dream like you never seen obstacles Chasin' obscene profits, so we ain't stoppin' 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, bro Ayy, don't you see me, man, makin' my wishes come true with no genie, man? I got the keys to my Bimmer with no Beenie Man I'm on these rich niggas' ass, no bikini, man I bring the real 'til the day the Lord free me, man Never imagined that the kids would want to be me, man Ayy, could it be I give the hopeless broke kids hope? Caught me walkin' through the mall, lookin' like he seen a ghost Simply had to approach, "What's up, young blood?" Ayy, ain't it strange? A year ago today, my nigga, I was countin' change Yeah, hoppin' 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, dog, no more pork in me, uh I ain't no Muslim, no Caron Butler I'm a wizard if you 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 somethin' new, that's how a dyke work They ask me 'bout pressure, they wanna see my pipe burst Not tonight, nigga Ayy, not tonight, nigga Yeah, hey Man, man, hey Man, I rap so vicious, but I talk so politely Never met a baby mama mama 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 fuckin' sure, I am not the husband, though So run back to him while you still can He stickin' 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 somethin' 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 Ayy, you can blame it on the liquor like a prohibition We both know that's what you wanted, girl, I know you're listenin' Hey Girl, I know you're listenin' Uh, I know you're listenin' Hey, yeah Shout out to the bootleggers who supplied my shit The fans online tryna find my shit And to them niggas listenin', 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 An album ten dollars, you act like it's ten G's This food for thought cost the same as two number threes 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 rappin' like I'm poor shit You niggas think you know shit, man, you don't know shit, ho bitch Yeah, Cole, bitch Uh, J. Cole, nigga Hey