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

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

I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the
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, that's the why I got my hustle

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

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

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

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

I call it rich laughter
Black American Express card all now
It's scratched up constant usage
kidnapper, pop tags off tags

Poppa makin' monster
And still I Nostra
Big roaster, skin
Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends,

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

My persona, Sean John, cologne
Coppin' the biggest diamonds, makes me sorta
Ferrari to Phantom, for high rollers
The studded chain around my neck, it the night colder

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

The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat
Pretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber, heister, my own life
saggin', Bentley whippin', Summer Jam stopper
Tim Chuck wearin', Cranapple vodka, I spray choppers

A doctor in the jungles of made me
Draped in paisley bandannas, suits with Stacey
like Dick Tracy, it's dark, I get spacey
Alcohol and laced weed, that was of my '80s

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

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

Pablo back on the scene, won't roll back up with
paper 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, hustlers

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

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