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