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In my freshest Js, I ain't slept in
Girl, you gon' me late undressin' me
Know you ain't seen me yesterday
But, see, I got a with destiny
'Cause the summer that our life change
Hov asked me, "Is you for it?"
I looked around at all his 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 theirs but they won't quit it
Homie, a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers
Lemme show you how to move in a
For the dudes that don't got a clue how to do this
worked with Cube, so to them, this a Rubik
My President is black, but my jeweler's still
So you it cost, he makin' a killin' off me
Red diamonds he got me shinin'
Spotlight cover my body, my chain
A cop runner, they wanna but can't find him
Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same
Took the to the other side of Jamaica
Seen how he was livin', said "I gotta get my up"
Formulated my plan, by dreams
Parlayed my mans, motivated my team
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
Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley
So like him, you'll be gone too
Mama hands together 6:30
And Cole keep a thick bitch I like to Big Shirley
All my niggas is gon' get it
18 and under, prolly gon' take a minute

be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
I'ma be here for a while, of these clowns can hurt me
At the of this rhyme, five years 'til I know thirty
Cole World in the summer snow flurries
This next shit is in no way to
But my city love breakfast, 'cause had toast early
had us doin' jumpin' jacks
Then sent us to the water fountain after runnin'
My nigga and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his back
And brought it to me just to show me he was 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 comin' 'round to a nigga
All you got is mama bringin' these rotten niggas
Blowin' reefers, all the do is ride a nigga
So this is who I fo'
To give the young niggas somethin' they reach fo'
You dream, boy
Yeah, I stunt, but I'm a li'l more
it come 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 'Ville too much, but that shit just 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 movie wit' yo' bitch in it, and listen it, was me
(Woo!) That boy Simba
Hotter that Ike temper, you December, maybe
And though you wish me well, I deep down you wish I'd fail
Judgment Day, I'm here to give you pussy niggas hell
And food for thought, I can serve a plate
Wit' dessert to take, wit' dessert to
Yeah, I heard the hate, but the wait is over
It's I'm fuckin' Oprah, well worth the wait
over your head, I'm ahead of my time
Niggas scared of my future, I know they my prime
'Cause I made classics, now what that take? Timing
Cole under pressure, what that make?
(Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds)