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In my freshest Js, I ain't in days
Girl, you gon' make me late me
Know you ain't seen me since
But, see, I got a with destiny
'Cause this the summer that our change
Hov me, "Is you ready for it?"
I around at all his nice things
him, "Nigga, you already know it"

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

What you 'sposed to do the OG niggas don't get it?
what was once theirs but they won't quit it
Homie, it's a new era, middle finger to the
Lemme show you how to move in a
For the that don't got a fuckin' clue how to do this
Prolly worked with Cube, so to them, this a
My President is black, but my jeweler's Jewish
So you know it cost, he makin' a 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
Took the whip to the side of Jamaica
Seen how he was livin', "I gotta get my weight up"
my plan, motivated by dreams
Parlayed wit' my mans, my team
Ced said, "Look, my niggas, we got a in"
Bein' is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden
But me, I Jordan numbers, LeBron footin'
Can't guard me, Lombardi, John 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 bitch I like to call Big Shirley
All my '90s niggas is get it
18 and under, prolly gon' take a minute

I'ma be here for a while, none of clowns can hurt me
I'ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can me
At the time of this rhyme, five years 'til I know
Cole World in the summer brings snow
This shit is in no way to boast
But my city love breakfast, 'cause niggas had early
Coach had us doin' jacks
Then sent us to the fountain after runnin' laps
My nigga went and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his
And brought it to me just to show me he was strapped
We was twelve old, how was we to know better?
I analyzed his and see that he was so set up
Live by the trigger, no father figure
Means you got a nigga comin' 'round to guide a nigga
All you got is mama bringin' home these niggas
Blowin' reefers, all the teachers do is ride a
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 realer
it come from the heart, don't it feel mo' iller?
Watch my flow go bananas, I'm a li'l
So pardon me, man, y'all gon' 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 hard to see, this shit, you R&B
Seen a movie yo' bitch in it, and listen it, was starrin' me
(Woo!) That boy Simba
Hotter that Ike temper, you December, maybe
And you wish 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, dessert to take
Yeah, I the hate, but the wait is fuckin' over
It's like I'm fuckin' Oprah, worth the wait
Maybe over your head, I'm of my time
Niggas scared of my future, I know they dreadin' my
'Cause I made classics, now what that take? Timing
Cole pressure, what that make? Diamonds
(Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds)