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In my freshest Js, I ain't in days
Girl, you gon' make me late me
Know you seen me since yesterday
But, see, I got a date 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,
Straight 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 won't quit it
Homie, it's a new era, finger to the suit-wearers
Lemme show you how to in a room
For the dudes don't got a fuckin' clue how to do this
Prolly worked Cube, so to them, this a Rubik
My is black, but my jeweler's still Jewish
So you know it cost, he makin' a off me
Red diamonds he got me shinin'
Spotlight cover my body, my chain
A cop light runner, they wanna but can't 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"
my plan, motivated by dreams
Parlayed wit' my mans, motivated my
Ced said, "Look, my niggas, we got a in"
Bein' good is good, that'll get you Gooden
But me, I want numbers, LeBron footin'
guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden
Garbage? Hardly, you niggas like Chris Farley
So like him, you'll be gone too
Mama hands together like
And Cole keep a thick I like 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 for a while, none 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 breakfast, 'cause niggas had toast early
Coach had us doin' jumpin'
Then sent us to the water 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 fuckin'
We was years old, how was we to know better?
I analyzed his and see that he was so set up
by the trigger, 'cause no father figure
Means you got a nigga comin' 'round to guide a nigga
All you got is mama bringin' home these rotten
Blowin' reefers, all the teachers do is ride a
So this is who I fo'
To give the young niggas somethin' they could fo'
You dream, boy
Yeah, I stunt, but I'm a li'l more
When it come from the heart, don't it feel mo'
my flow go bananas, I'm a li'l gorilla
So pardon me, man, y'all gon' have to me
They say I rep that 'Ville too much, but that shit a part of me
It's out through my arteries, who hard as me? You JV, I'm varsity
No trip, ain't hard to see, this real shit, you R&B
a movie wit' yo' bitch in it, and listen it, was starrin' me
(Woo!) That boy Simba
Hotter Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe
And though you wish me well, I know down you wish I'd fail
Judgment Day, I'm here to give you pussy niggas hell
And some food for thought, I can serve a
Wit' to take, wit' dessert to take
Yeah, I heard the hate, but the wait is over
It's like I'm fuckin' Oprah, well the wait
Maybe your head, I'm ahead of my time
Niggas of my future, I know they dreadin' my prime
'Cause I made classics, now what that take? Timing
under pressure, what that make? Diamonds
(Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds)