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

Came on the 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 heart of the
I'm a of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy
I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's the Harlem struggle
All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my

I got the highest stature, diamond flasher
I got you caught in the most and stylish rapture
My signature to Christopher Wallace, get it honest
My album through to him, that was my biggest project

Now I'm the illest known to walk the illest soldier
And when I smoke, roll 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 Oprah

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

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

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

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

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

My persona, Sean John, cologne
the biggest diamonds, makes me sorta bi-polar
Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for high
The chain around my neck, it makes the night colder

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

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

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

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

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

Pablo back on the scene, roll back up with green
Strictly paper cruisin' through the in Vegas
Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, used to hate us
But now you us, Nas and Diddy, power hustlers

Nigga,
my voice I'm killin' 'em
I my blood
About everything I

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