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,  [bad word]  you already know it" 
 [bad word]  I'm the man of the year 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Straight through this [bad word] (Yeah)  [bad word]  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 [bad word]  clue how to do this 
Prolly worked with Cube, so to them, this [bad word] 
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' 
cop [bad word]  they wanna but can't find him 
Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same island 
Took 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  laps 
My [bad word] went and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his back 
And brought it to me just to show me he was [bad word]  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 [bad [bad word]  'round to guide a [bad word] 
All you got is mama bringin' home these rotten niggas 
Blowin' reefers, all the teachers do is ride a [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  you R&
Seen a movie wit' yo' [bad word] 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 [bad word] niggas [bad word] 
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 [bad word]  over 
It's like I'm [bad word]  Oprah, well worth the wait 
Maybe over your head, I