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In my freshest js, I ain't slept in daysGirl, you gon' make me late undressin' meKnow you ain't seen me since yesterdayBut, see, I got a date with destiny'cause this the summer that our life changeHov asked me, "is you ready for it? "I looked around at all his nice thingsTold him, "nigga, you already know it"Bitch, I'm the man of the yearYeah, yeah, yeahStraight through this bitch (yeah)Bitch, I'm the man of the yearWhat you 'sposed to doWhen the og niggas don't get it?Lost what was once theirsBut they won't quit itHomie, it's a new eraMiddle finger to the suit-wearersLemme show you how to move in a roomFor the dudes that don't got a fuckin' clueHow to do thisProlly worked with cubeSo to them, this a rubikMy president is blackBut my jeweler's still jewishSo you know it costHe makin' a killin' off meRed diamonds he designin' got me shinin'Spotlight cover my body, my chain blindin'A cop light runnerThey wanna but can't find himMe and hovi hov, out on the same islandTook the whip to the other side of jamaicaSeen how he was livin'Said "I gotta get my weight up"Formulated my plan, motivated by dreamsParlayed wit' my mans, motivated my teamCed said, "look, my niggas, we got a foot in"Bein' good is good, that'll get you drew goodenBut me, I want jordan numbers, lebron footin'Can't guard me, vince lombardi, john woodenGarbage? hardlyYou niggas silly like chris farleySo like him, you'll be gone too earlyMama hands together like 6: 30And cole keep a thick bitchI like to call big shirleyAll my '90s niggas is gon' get it18 And underThat's prolly gon' take a minuteI'ma be here for a whileNone of these clowns can hurt meI'ma be here for a whileNone of these clowns can hurt meAt the time of this rhymeFive years 'til I know thirtyCole world in the summer brings snow flurriesThis next shit is in no way to boastBut my city love breakfast'cause niggas had toast earlyCoach had us doin' jumpin' jacksThen sent us to the water fountainAfter runnin' lapsMy nigga went and grabbed his bookbagThrew it on his backAnd brought it to me just to show meHe was fuckin' strappedWe was twelve years oldHow was we to know better?I analyzed his lifeAnd see that he was so set upLive by the trigger, 'cause no father figureMeans you don't got a niggaComin' 'round to guide a niggaAll you got is mama bringin' homeThese rotten niggasBlowin' reefers, all the teachersDo is ride a niggaSo this is who I speak fo'To give the young niggasSomethin' they could reach fo'You better dream, boyYeah, I stunt, but I'm a li'l more realerWhen it come from the heartDon't it feel mo' iller?Watch my flow go bananas, I'm a li'l gorillaSo pardon me, manY'all gon' have to pardon meThey say I rep that 'ville too muchBut that shit just a part of meIt's flowin' out through my arteriesWho hard as me? you jv, I'm varsityNo field trip, ain't hard to seeThis real shit, you r&bSeen a movie wit' yo' bitch in itAnd listen it, was starrin' me(woo!) that boy simba crazyHotter that ike turner temperYou december, maybeAnd though you wish me wellI know deep down you wish I'd failIt's judgment dayI'm here to give you pussy niggas hellAnd some food for thought, I can serve a plateWit' dessert to take, wit' dessert to takeYeah, I heard the hateBut the wait is fuckin' overIt's like I'm fuckin' oprahWell worth the waitMaybe over your head, I'm ahead of my timeNiggas scared of my futureI know they dreadin' my prime'cause I only made classicsNow what that take? timingCole under pressure, what that make? diamonds(diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds...)
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