Wed, Jun 29, 2011
The world at my sneakers,
Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features,
Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether,
Came on the scene at 19 a gritty fiend for -
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh.
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get richer,
I’m a entrepreneur, I’m the heart of the city,
I’m a part of the sewers, I’m the honorable…
I taste the dirt in my sweat, that’s from the Harlem struggle,
All in my swagger that’s the reason why I got my hustle,
I got the highest stature, Miami diamond flasher,
I got you caught in the most flyest and stylish rapture.
My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest,
My first album through to him, that was my biggest project.
Now I’m the illest known to walk like the illest soldier,
And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest doja
You sit and mull it over my venom a killer cobra,
It’s Harlem USA I diddy bop and shop with Oprah…” – Diddy (Everything I Love)