J. Cole - The Autograph lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - The Autograph lyrics]
Just turn the beat down just a little bit
Hey, yeah
They say anything's possible
You gotta dream like you never seen obstacles
Chasing obscene profit's so we ain’t
Stopping 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 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 Beenie Man
I’m on these rich niggas' ass, no bikini man
I bring the real to the day
The Lord free me man
Never imagined that the kids would
Want to be me man ay, could it be I give
The hopeless broke kids hope?
Caught me walking through the mall
Looking like he seen a ghost
Simply had to approach
"What's up youngblood?"
Ay, ain't it strange?
A year ago today, my nigga
I was counting change
Yeah, hopping 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, dawg
No more pork in me
Uh, I ain't no Muslim though
Caron Butler, I’m a wizard if ya 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 something new
That's how a dyke work
They ask me 'bout pressure
They want to see my pipe burst
Not tonight nigga ay, not tonight nigga
Yeah, hey man, 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
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 fucking sure
I am not the husband though
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 interrupt something 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
And you can blame it on
The liquor like a prohibition
We both know that's what you wanted girl
I know you listenin'
Hey girl, I know you listenin'
Uh, I know you listenin' hey, yeah
Shoutout to the bootleggers who
Supply my shit
The fans online tryna find my shit
And to them niggas listening 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, a album ten dollars
You act like it’s ten Gs
This food for thought cost the
Same as two No 3s
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 rapping
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
Hey, yeah
They say anything's possible
You gotta dream like you never seen obstacles
Chasing obscene profit's so we ain’t
Stopping 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 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 Beenie Man
I’m on these rich niggas' ass, no bikini man
I bring the real to the day
The Lord free me man
Never imagined that the kids would
Want to be me man ay, could it be I give
The hopeless broke kids hope?
Caught me walking through the mall
Looking like he seen a ghost
Simply had to approach
"What's up youngblood?"
Ay, ain't it strange?
A year ago today, my nigga
I was counting change
Yeah, hopping 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, dawg
No more pork in me
Uh, I ain't no Muslim though
Caron Butler, I’m a wizard if ya 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 something new
That's how a dyke work
They ask me 'bout pressure
They want to see my pipe burst
Not tonight nigga ay, not tonight nigga
Yeah, hey man, 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
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 fucking sure
I am not the husband though
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 interrupt something 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
And you can blame it on
The liquor like a prohibition
We both know that's what you wanted girl
I know you listenin'
Hey girl, I know you listenin'
Uh, I know you listenin' hey, yeah
Shoutout to the bootleggers who
Supply my shit
The fans online tryna find my shit
And to them niggas listening 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, a album ten dollars
You act like it’s ten Gs
This food for thought cost the
Same as two No 3s
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 rapping
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