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The world at my
Gold pieces molded Jesus features
Give streets the
From the way I the Ether

Came on the scene at 19, a gritty
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 of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy
I taste the in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggle
All in my swagger, the reason why I got my hustle

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

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

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

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

I call it ignorant laughter
Black American Express all gray now
It's up from constant usage
Girl kidnapper, pop tags off

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

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

My persona, Sean John, unforgivable
Coppin' the diamonds, makes me sorta bi-polar
Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for rollers
The studded chain 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', Jam stopper
Tim Chuck wearin', Cranapple vodka, I spray choppers

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

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

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

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

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