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