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In my freshest Js, I ain't in days
Girl, you make me late undressin' me
Know you ain't seen me yesterday
But, see, I got a date destiny
'Cause this the summer that our life
Hov asked me, "Is you for it?"
I around at all his nice things
Told him, "Nigga, you already it"

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

What you 'sposed to do when the OG don't get it?
Lost what was once theirs but they won't it
Homie, a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers
show you how to move in a room
For the that 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 still Jewish
So you it cost, he makin' a killin' off me
Red diamonds he designin' got me
cover my body, my chain blindin'
A cop light runner, wanna but can't find him
Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same
the whip to the other side of Jamaica
Seen how he was livin', said "I gotta get my up"
Formulated my plan, by dreams
Parlayed wit' my mans, motivated my
Ced said, "Look, my niggas, we got a in"
Bein' is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden
But me, I want numbers, LeBron footin'
Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, Wooden
Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Farley
So him, you'll be gone too early
hands together like 6:30
And Cole keep a thick bitch I to call Big Shirley
All my niggas is gon' get it
18 and under, prolly gon' take a minute

I'ma be here for a while, none of these can hurt me
I'ma be here for a while, of these clowns can hurt me
At the time of this rhyme, five 'til I know thirty
Cole World in the summer brings flurries
next shit is in no way to boast
But my love breakfast, 'cause niggas had toast early
Coach had us doin' jumpin'
Then sent us to the water fountain after runnin'
My nigga went and his bookbag, threw it on his back
And brought it to me to show me he was fuckin' strapped
We was twelve years old, how was we to better?
I analyzed his and see that he was so set up
Live by the trigger, 'cause no father
Means you don't got a nigga 'round to guide a nigga
All you got is bringin' home these rotten niggas
reefers, all the teachers do is ride a nigga
So is who I speak fo'
To give the young niggas somethin' they reach fo'
You dream, boy
Yeah, I stunt, but I'm a more realer
it come from the heart, don't it feel 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 just a of me
It's out through my arteries, who hard as me? You JV, I'm varsity
No field trip, ain't hard to see, real shit, you R&B
Seen a movie wit' yo' bitch in it, and it, was starrin' me
(Woo!) That boy crazy
that Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe
And though you me well, I know deep down you wish I'd fail
It's Judgment Day, I'm here to you pussy niggas hell
And food for thought, I can serve a plate
Wit' to take, wit' dessert to take
Yeah, I heard the hate, but the is fuckin' over
It's like I'm fuckin' Oprah, well worth the
Maybe over head, I'm ahead of my time
Niggas scared of my future, I know they my prime
'Cause I only made classics, now what that Timing
Cole under pressure, what that Diamonds
(Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds)