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The at my sneakers
Gold pieces molded with Jesus
streets the fever
From the way I the Ether

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

I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the
I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the Diddy
I taste the dirt in my sweat, from the Harlem struggle
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 most flyest and stylish
My signature next to Wallace, get it honest
My first album through to him, 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 it over my venom, a killer cobra
It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and shop with

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

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

I it rich ignorant laughter
Black American card all gray now
It's scratched up from constant
kidnapper, pop tags off tags

Poppa makin' monster
And still I Cosa
Big roaster, cola
Girl, when I for ya, bring friends, wontcha?

I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of
Breeze 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 biggest diamonds, makes me bi-polar
Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for high
The studded chain around my neck, it the night colder

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga,
From my 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