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The at my sneakers
Gold pieces molded 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, 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 Diddy
I taste the dirt in my sweat, from the Harlem struggle
All in my swagger, the reason why I got my hustle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
off with your ho and spend six figures on her

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

Nigga,
my voice I'm killin' 'em
I my blood
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 Haiti me
Draped in paisley bandannas, suits with Adam
Cigar Dick Tracy, it's dark, I get spacey
and laced weed, that was part of my '80s

The Cartier conciergeries be 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 mean
Think fast I blast hoes Like Grassino
Went from scraggly old
To the fashion and realest rappin'

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

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