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In my freshest Js, I ain't slept in days Girl, you gon' make me late undressin' me Know you ain't seen me since yesterday But, see, I got a date with destiny 'Cause this the summer that our life change Hov asked me, ?Is you ready for it?? I looked around at all his nice things Told him, ?Nigga, you already know it? Bitch, I'm the man of the year Yeah, yeah, yeah Straight through this bitch (Yeah) Bitch, I'm the man of the year What you 'sposed to do when the OG niggas don't get it? Lost what was once theirs but they won't quit it Homie, it's a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers Lemme show you how to move in a room For the dudes that don't got a fuckin' clue how to do this Prolly worked with Cube, so to them, this a Rubik My President is black, but my jeweler's still Jewish So you know it cost, he makin' a killin' off me Red diamonds he designin' got me shinin' Spotlight cover my body, my chain blindin' A cop light runner, they wanna but can't find him Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same island SongtexteTook the whip to the other side of Jamaica Seen how he was livin', said ?I gotta get my weight up? Formulated my plan, motivated by dreams Parlayed wit' my mans, motivated my team Ced said, ?Look, my niggas, we got a foot in? Bein' good is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin' Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley So like him, you'll be gone too early Mama hands together like 6:30 And Cole keep a thick bitch I like to call Big Shirley All my '90s niggas is gon' get it 18 and under, that's prolly gon' take a minute I'ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me I'ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me At the time of this rhyme, five years 'til I know thirty Cole World in the summer brings snow flurries This next shit is in no way to boast But my city love breakfast, 'cause niggas had toast early Coach had us doin' jumpin' jacks Then sent us to the water fountain after runnin' laps My nigga went and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his back And brought it to me just to show me he was fuckin' strapped We was twelve years old, how was we to know better? I analyzed his life and see that he was so set up Live by the trigger, 'cause no father figure Means you don't got a nigga comin' 'round to guide a nigga All you got is mama bringin' home these rotten niggas Blowin' reefers, all the teachers do is ride a nigga So this is who I speak fo' To give the young niggas somethin' they could reach fo' You better dream, boy Yeah, I stunt, but I'm a li'l more realer When it come from the heart, don't it feel mo' iller? Watch my flow go bananas, I'm a li'l gorilla So pardon me, man, y'all gon' have to pardon me They say I rep that '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 varsity No field trip, ain't hard to see, this real shit, you R&B Seen a movie wit' yo' bitch in it, and listen it, was starrin' me (Woo!) That boy Simba crazy Hotter that Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe And though 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 hell And some food for thought, I can serve a plate Wit' dessert to take, wit' dessert to take Yeah, I heard the hate, but the wait is fuckin' over It's like I'm fuckin' Oprah, well worth the wait Maybe over your head, I'm ahead of my time Niggas scared of my future, I know they dreadin' my prime 'Cause I only made classics, now what that take? Timing Cole under pressure, what that make? Diamonds (Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds...) Aus Songtexte Mania