Everything I Love - Diddy, CeeLo Green, Mike Patterson

The world at my sneakers

Gold pieces molded 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 Diddy

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 due 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

(Yeah nigga, what)

Nigga what

From my voice I’m killing 'em

I shed my blood

About everything I love

To the eye blacker, over handed face the palm smacker

Good scrapper, cat stacker, good wood packer

Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster

Platinum Patrón splasher, fuck Cris', spit atcha

I call it rich ignorant laughter

Black American express card all grey now, its scratched up

From constant usage, girl kidnapper, pop tags off tags

Poppa making monster music, and still I Costra Nostra

Big roaster, skin cola, girl when I send for ya

Bring friends wontcha?

I’m from the 80s, NYC 5 percent of culture

Breeze through with that old school blue malaroma

Wrist glowing, ho-ing, fly off in a Boeing

Slide off with your ho, and spend six figures on her

My persona, Sean John unforgivable cologne

Copping the biggest diamonds makes me sorta bi-polar

Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for high rollers

The studded chain around my neck, it makes the night colder

(Yeah nigga, what.)

Nigga what

From my voice I’m killing 'em

I shed my blood

About everything I love

The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker

Pretty bitch slobber, ex-robber

Heister, my own life biographer

Pants sagging, Bentley whipping

Summer Jam stopper, Timb Chuck wearing

Cranapple Vodka, then I spray choppers

A doctor in the jungles of Haiti made me

Draped in paisley bandanas, suits with Adam Stacey

Cigar like Dick Tracy, its dark I get spacey

Alcohol and laced weed, that was part of my 80s

The Cartier consiglieres be near me

Canary yellow cuts in my pinky yearly

Liz Taylor tried to jux me

'Cause I keep it green like the other side of Bill Bixby

When he gets mean

Think fast 'fore I blast hoes like Grassy Knoll

Went from scraggly old clothes to the illest fashion

And realest rappin'

Pablo back on the scene, won’t roll back up with green

Strictly paper cruising through the strip in Vegas

Two of New York’s biggest niggas

Y’all used to hate us, but now you love us

Nas and Diddy, power hustlers

(Yeah nigga, what)

Nigga what

From my voice I’m killing 'em

I shed my blood

About everything I love