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The at my sneakers
Gold molded with Jesus features
Give the fever
From the way I the Ether

on the scene at 19, a gritty fiefa
For money, power, respect, get it by any
A New Yorker, slick talker, like a brick flipper
Decimal doctor, multiply to get

I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the of the city
I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable
I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem
All in my swagger, the reason why I got my hustle

I got the highest stature, Miami flasher
I got you caught in the flyest and stylish rapture
My signature next to Wallace, get it honest
My first through to him, that was my biggest project

Now I'm the illest to walk like the illest soldier
And when I smoke, only up with the illest doja
You sit and mail it over my venom, a killer
It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and shop with

Nigga,
my voice I'm killin' 'em
I shed my
About I love

Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm
Goods strapper, cat stacker, wood packer
up the Dom P wrappers faster
Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, atcha

I call it ignorant laughter
Black American Express card all now
scratched up from constant usage
Girl kidnapper, pop off tags

Poppa monster music
And still I Cosa
Big roaster, cola
Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends,

I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of
through with that old school blue [Incomprehensible]
Wrist glowin', ho-in', fly off in a
Slide off your ho and spend six figures on her

My persona, John, unforgivable cologne
Coppin' the diamonds, makes me sorta bi-polar
to Phantom, vehicles for high rollers
The chain around my neck, it makes the night colder

Nigga,
From my I'm killin' 'em
I shed my
everything I love

The Queens keeper, Mets hat rocker
Pretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber, heister, my own biographer
Pants saggin', Bentley whippin', Summer Jam
Tim Chuck wearin', Cranapple vodka, then I choppers

A in the jungles of Haiti made me
Draped in paisley bandannas, with Adam Stacey
Cigar Dick Tracy, it's dark, I get spacey
and laced weed, that was part of my '80s

The conciergeries be near me
Canary cuts in my pinky yearly
Liz tried to juxt me
'Coz I keep it like the other side of Bill Bixby

When he gets
Think fast before I blast hoes Like
Went from old clothes
To the fashion and realest rappin'

Pablo back on the scene, won't roll back up with
Strictly cruisin' through the strip in Vegas
Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, y'all to hate us
But now you love us, Nas and Diddy, power

Nigga,
From my voice I'm 'em
I shed my
everything I love

It's on I love, man
on everything I love
It's on I love, man