The Autograph lyrics

by

Drake


[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
Chasing obscene profits so we ain’t stopping 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 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 n*ggas' 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 n*gga, 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 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 something new, that's how a dyke work
They ask me 'bout pressure, they want to see my pipe burst
[Interlude]
Not tonight n*gga
Ay, 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 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 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*cking 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'

[Interlude]
Hey
Girl, I know you listenin'
Uh, I know you listenin'
Hey, yeah
[Verse 3]
Shoutout to the bootleggers who supply my sh*t
The fans online tryna find my sh*t
And to them n*ggas listening 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, 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 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 rapping like I’m poor" sh*t
You n*ggas think you know sh*t, man you don’t know sh*t

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