Everything I Love

The world at my sneakersGold pieces molded with Jesus featuresGive streets the feverFrom the way I spit the EtherCame on the scene at 19, a gritty fiefaFor money, power, respect, get it by any meansA New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipperDecimal doctor, multiply to get richerI'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the cityI'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable DiddyI taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggleAll in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my hustleI got the highest stature, Miami diamond flasherI got you caught in the most flyest and stylish raptureMy signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honestMy first album through to him, that was my biggest projectNow I'm the illest known to walk like the illest soldierAnd when I smoke, only roll up with the illest dojaYou sit and mail it over my venom, a killer cobraIt's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and shop with OprahNigga, what?From my voice I'm killin' 'emI shed my bloodAbout everything I loveAm still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smackerGoods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packerTear up the Dom P wrappers fasterPlatinum Patron splasher, f**k Cris, spit atchaI call it rich ignorant laughterBlack American Express card all gray nowIt's scratched up from constant usageGirl kidnapper, pop tags off tagsPoppa makin' monster musicAnd still I Cosa NostraBig roaster, skin colaGirl, when I send for ya, bring friends, wontcha?I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of cultureBreeze through with that old school blue [Incomprehensible]Wrist glowin', ho-in', fly off in a BoeingSlide off with your ho and spend six figures on herMy persona, Sean John, unforgivable cologneCoppin' the biggest diamonds, makes me sorta bi-polarFerrari to Phantom, vehicles for high rollersThe studded chain around my neck, it makes the night colderNigga, what?From my voice I'm killin' 'emI shed my bloodAbout everything I loveThe Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rockerPretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber, heister, my own life biographerPants saggin', Bentley whippin', Summer Jam stopperTim Chuck wearin', Cranapple vodka, then I spray choppersA doctor in the jungles of Haiti made meDraped in paisley bandannas, suits with Adam StaceyCigar like Dick Tracy, it's dark, I get spaceyAlcohol and laced weed, that was part of my '80sThe Cartier conciergeries be near meCanary yellow cuts in my pinky yearlyLiz Taylor tried to juxt me'Coz I keep it green like the other side of Bill BixbyWhen he gets meanThink fast before I blast hoes Like GrassinoWent from scraggly old clothesTo the illest fashion and realest rappinPablo back on the scene, won't roll back up with greenStrictly paper cruisin' through the strip in VegasTwo of New York's biggest, niggaz, y'all used to hate usBut now you love us, Nas and Diddy, power hustlersNigga, what?From my voice I'm killin' 'emI shed my bloodAbout everything I loveIt's on everything I love, manIt's on everything I loveIt's on everything I love, man