[Verse 1]

All my diamonds come first just like they winning races

All my diamonds dark like Vader but I ain’t a racist

But they all still shine bright like light on white paper

Yeah they clear yet wet like vapor that precipitated

Only clean niggas at my table, I don’t need a waitress

After I’m done with her, the waitress is gon’ need a waitress

She told me to fuck her now, I told her you gon’ have to wait bitch

I put my balls up in her basket, she give me a flagrant

“Why every verse you talk about killing niggas?”

Oh my god, put my finger on the trigger turn a nigga to steak dinner

Bullets make a nigga run, he get thinner

All these niggas are so trash, they are just litter

I’m just having fun, let me stop

You ain’t a G, that’s just a thought

You ain’t got no juice, tropican-not

The choppa’ cannot wait, to knock on your door and your block, aye, woah

The shots cannot wait, the clock hit the top

Once I just go, I cannot stop

If you in the open, you ‘bout to drop

My aim never flop, like fish on the dock

You niggas is shaking, when I pull up with my mob and we mobbing

We cappin’ y’all ass, the blood on the floor, we get to mopping

So when the feds come evidence is discarded

You ain’t shooting right, you is looking like Harden

You is on rookie and I am on hardened

Your raps be the softest, you acting like Charmin

I am a prophet, I make all the profit

[Verse 2]

My whole life is changing, my thoughts rearranging

My brain losing placement, y mind is just racing

It’s in different places like travelers payments

You can ask attention, it knows I don’t pay it

Why would I pay men that don’t get me no pussy

But just give me problems like I am tutoring

Who… would’ve… thought…

That I would’ve murdered this

3 PS2 beats on the same song

You’ve never heard of this

You’ve never heard of this

You’ve never heard of this, aye

I don’t give a fuck and no I’m not a virgin

I ain’t like these virgins, I’m fucking the game up on purpose

My rhymes are so sweet like they flirting

Yet tough like they hurting

Woah

They take off so quick man you’d think they was skrting

Like witnessing Tokyo Drift up in person

Don’t say that I’m spitting, I’m actually spurting, asserting and preaching the truth like a sermon

I’m serving these services on the Earth’s surfaces

Blessing the curses of turf that I’m working

But we ain’t in churches