[Intro]

Uh, let's do it, huh

Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey

How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man?

Huh, yes, sir

You gave me the right track, Kanye

Listen

[Verse 1]

I been coppin' them P's and maybe that's part of the reason (Maybe)

Feel like a boxer bobbin' and weavin'

But I'm gettin' head, she bobbin' her weave and I'm (Yes, sir)

Grabbin' her neck to stop her from breathin'

I'ma wild out 'til I part with my breathin'

'Til I'm sparked up and leakin' (Leakin'), part of the cement (Uh)

I need somethin' pure like from the Garden of Eden (Why?)

Wouldn't mind makin' her a part of my achievements (What happened?)

'Cause when music discouraged my pride (Who was there?)

Zeke the only one with courage to ride (Uh)

The ride so dirty inside, seem like we were playin' in mud

Hazin' it up, grams, gauge, and a snub

Who ill? A check for two mil'

And a cheap case, deface blue steel, true skills

I got stories that my soul could sing

Flip water like Poland Spring and I'ma hold them things

[Interlude]

Forever

That's right, y'all

Diplomats, y'all, we here

Forever

That's forever, man

Look, talk to 'em, look

[Verse 2]

My fella said you been coppin' a lot (A lot)

Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop

But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa)

Top of top on top of the top

But, yo, nothing definite, I chop up the rocks

And I stop up the drop, blocka-blocka the block

Hello, mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot (Spot)

What you wanted is not what you got

And I pop up them cops, 'cause, dog, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me)

I got a son, homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?)

It's about bein' 'bout it, if not, you're ass-backwards

My mathematics, 'cause cash matters (That's important)

Little niggas need to sit up and breathe (Breathe)

If the town too hot, get up and leave (Be smart)

Niggas always got a trick up the sleeve (Always)

Nigga like me, I always got a brick up my sleeve

And that's forever

[Interlude]

Forever (Killa)

Jim Jones, Freekey, Santana, we here, we here

Forever

I got it, Guru

Let's wrap it up, man (Shit)

[Verse 3]

I was two blocks from coppin' dust, I used to hop the bus (Damn)

Now look, dog, ain't nobody hot as us

Girls, they gotta rush (Uh-huh), shit, they gotta blush (Uh-huh)

Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us

To how they piss a bitch, how they ran a mile (Uh-huh)

Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles

Damn, I gotta smile, hundred grand, I demand it

Goddamnit, the boy done done it, child

[Outro]

Forever

And that's forever, man

You hear it, uh-huh, we here

Forever

I love y'all, man

It's nothin', boy

Forever

Dash

Hoffa

Forever (Young Guru)

What's really good?

Holla at your boy

Forever

Might have this shit on lock, man

Kanye

Forever

Harlem, Chicago

Columbus, holla

Uh-huh

Chicago

You have your own Kanye's West on the track

Harlem

You know who the fuck I am, Killa

We just want you to know Diplomats is here

We ain't goin' nowhere

Holla at the boy-boy

Let's ride out, man