The Autograph lyrics

[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
Chasin' obscene profits, so we ain't stoppin' for the red lights
Look in my rearview, all I see is n*ggas' 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 n*ggas' 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 n*gga, 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, though
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 sh*t I kick, man, you gon' stub your toe
Boy, that's just how tough I go
See, this is my light work
This sh*t 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
[Interlude]
Not tonight, n*gga
Ayy, not tonight, n*gga
Yeah, hey
Man, man, hey

[Verse 2]
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, n*gga, nightly
Send her back to you when she no longer excites me
Now she bitter with this n*gga 'cause he ain't quite me
One thing's for certain, baby girl, you are a wifey
Two things for f*ckin' 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'

[Interlude]
Hey
Girl, I know you're listenin'
Uh, I know you're listenin'
Hey, yeah
[Verse 3]
Shout out to the bootleggers who supplied my sh*t
The fans online tryna find my sh*t
And to them n*ggas listenin', but won't buy my sh*t
Then catch me in the street and wanna ride my di*k
Y'all n*ggas is the worst, see me
Like, "J. Cole, homie, could 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 two number threes
So at ease with that broke sh*t
We all tryna get a dollar, boy, no sh*t
You know I feel your pain, therefore 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 then a whole lot more sh*t
That got rich and still rappin' like I'm poor sh*t
You n*ggas think you know sh*t, man, you don't know sh*t, ho b*tch

[Outro]
Yeah, Cole, b*tch
Uh, J. Cole, n*gga
Hey