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In my freshest Js, I slept in days
Girl, you gon' make me late me
Know you seen me since yesterday
But, see, I got a date with
'Cause this the summer that our life
Hov asked me, "Is you for it?"
I looked at all his nice things
Told him, "Nigga, you know it"

Bitch, I'm the man of the
Yeah, yeah,
Straight through this (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm the man of the

you 'sposed to do when the OG niggas don't get it?
Lost what was once theirs but they won't it
Homie, it's a new era, finger to the suit-wearers
Lemme you how to move in a room
For the dudes don't got a fuckin' clue how to do this
Prolly worked with Cube, so to them, a Rubik
My President is black, but my jeweler's Jewish
So you know it cost, he a killin' off me
Red diamonds he got me shinin'
Spotlight cover my body, my chain
A cop light runner, they but can't find him
Me and Hovi Hov, out on the island
Took the whip to the other side of
Seen how he was livin', "I gotta get my weight up"
my plan, motivated by dreams
Parlayed my mans, motivated my team
Ced said, "Look, my niggas, we got a in"
Bein' is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden
But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron
Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, Wooden
Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley
So like him, you'll be too early
Mama hands together like
And Cole keep a thick bitch I to call Big Shirley
All my '90s is gon' get it
18 and under, prolly gon' take a minute

I'ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can me
I'ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can me
At the of this rhyme, five years 'til I know thirty
World in the summer brings snow flurries
This shit is in no way to boast
But my city breakfast, 'cause niggas had toast early
Coach had us doin' jacks
sent us to the water fountain after runnin' laps
My went and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his back
And brought it to me just to me he was fuckin' strapped
We was twelve years old, how was we to know
I analyzed his and see that he was so set up
by the trigger, 'cause no father figure
Means you don't got a nigga comin' to guide a nigga
All you got is mama home these rotten niggas
Blowin' reefers, all the teachers do is a nigga
So this is who I fo'
To give the young somethin' they could reach fo'
You dream, boy
Yeah, I stunt, but I'm a li'l more
When it come from the heart, don't it mo' iller?
Watch my go bananas, I'm a li'l gorilla
So pardon me, man, gon' have to pardon me
They say I rep that 'Ville too much, but that shit a part of me
It's flowin' out through my arteries, who hard as me? You JV, I'm
No field trip, hard to see, this real shit, you R&B
Seen a wit' yo' bitch in it, and listen it, was starrin' me
(Woo!) That boy Simba
that Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe
And though you wish me well, I know deep down you wish I'd
It's Judgment Day, I'm to give you pussy niggas hell
And food for thought, I can serve a plate
Wit' dessert to take, wit' dessert to
Yeah, I the hate, but the wait is fuckin' over
It's like I'm Oprah, well worth the wait
Maybe over your head, I'm ahead of my
Niggas scared of my future, I know dreadin' my prime
'Cause I only made classics, now what that take?
Cole under pressure, what that Diamonds
(Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds)