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In my freshest Js, I ain't slept in
Girl, you gon' make me undressin' me
Know you ain't seen me since
But, see, I got a date destiny
this the summer that our life change
Hov me, "Is you ready for it?"
I looked around at all his nice
Told him, "Nigga, you already it"

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

What you 'sposed to do the OG niggas don't get it?
Lost was once theirs but they won't quit 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
worked with Cube, so to them, this a Rubik
My President is black, but my jeweler's Jewish
So you know it cost, he makin' a off me
Red he designin' got me shinin'
Spotlight cover my body, my chain
A cop light runner, they but can't find him
Me and Hov, out on the same island
Took the whip to the side of Jamaica
Seen how he was livin', said "I gotta get my up"
my plan, motivated by dreams
Parlayed wit' my mans, motivated my
Ced said, "Look, my niggas, we got a in"
good is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden
But me, I want Jordan numbers, footin'
Can't me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden
Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris
So him, you'll be gone too early
Mama hands together like
And Cole a thick bitch I like to call Big Shirley
All my '90s is gon' get it
18 and under, that's prolly gon' take a

I'ma be here for a while, none of clowns can hurt me
I'ma be for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
At the time of rhyme, five years 'til I know thirty
Cole World in the summer snow flurries
This shit is in no way to boast
But my city love breakfast, 'cause niggas had toast
Coach had us doin' jumpin'
Then sent us to the water fountain runnin' laps
My nigga went and grabbed his bookbag, it on his back
And it to me just to show me he was fuckin' strapped
We was twelve years old, how was we to better?
I his life and see that he was so set up
by the trigger, 'cause no father figure
Means you don't got a nigga comin' 'round to guide a
All you got is bringin' home these rotten niggas
Blowin' reefers, all the 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
When it from the heart, don't it feel mo' iller?
Watch my flow go bananas, I'm a li'l
So me, man, y'all gon' have to pardon me
They say I rep that 'Ville too much, but that just a part of me
flowin' out through my arteries, who hard as me? You JV, I'm varsity
No field trip, ain't to see, this real shit, you R&B
a movie wit' yo' bitch in it, and listen it, was starrin' me
(Woo!) boy Simba 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 give you pussy niggas
And some food for thought, I can a plate
Wit' dessert to take, wit' to take
Yeah, I heard the hate, but the wait is fuckin'
It's like I'm Oprah, well worth the wait
over your head, I'm ahead of my time
Niggas of my future, I know they dreadin' my prime
'Cause I only made classics, now that take? Timing
Cole under pressure, what that make?
(Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds)