[Produced By: Alex Emami]

[Verse 1: Tedy Andreas]

Fuck a diamond in the rough, Im as clear as they come

Got codeine on my blunt, when its lit it'll bubble

And I just fucked the game up, You see its teeth in my knuckles

The stewardess be tryna fuck soon as she looked at my luggage

Picture me now, you thought I was an innocent child

Gettin hard not to floss, Im a boss like that

Dropped thermometers colder than Ottawa with my raps

After the concerts hoes hoping I might bridge that gap

Keep it straight to the point, never analyze a crook

But if she ain't shaved, I might beat around the bush

Theres mistakes I've made me who I am misunderstood

If you don't learn the hard way, you'll just repeat what left you shook

The hell raiser, thats something ya'll ready know though

Two thousand dollar outfit I just bought for a photo

Burn paper for real, burning holes through my journal

Im just a preacher with the verbs, my sixteens be a sermon

Yah see I'm trying to go global

Im drinking lean not a cholo

Yah, Im getting mean cause my throat hurt

Still do it for the art, the studio like my dojo

Thought I said I give you all of this, and all of that

Gami we the Gods of rap

All my targets washed up at the laundry mat

It be a couple days before your baby mommas back

Ay, watch me walk on water

Fathers always hating me for getting high with they daughters

Anywhere Im at, televised automatically

Open Instagram and try to get a smile out of me

Im the king of new school, but take it back to the basics

Only time I get a boost is when I look at my statements

(Presidents to represent me)

Im bout my bacon when the honeys get a taste they running back like Ladainian

Hit it Emami for the beats, than I lay something

My closet full of Jordan boxes with his face on em

Feel like my brothers always versus the state

Shots to the face

Shortening my life's expectancy rate

Kill old girls with words Im tired of catching a case

When she hear my new song, she wanna come fornicate

Baby girl Im on tour from California to Boston

Recall in 11th grade not answering when I called ya

Honor Origami we the Prophets

Always keep a dime piece, rolling ganja

I just state whats motherfucking obvious

You worry about your followers, you need to get your dollars up

Yah uh, Im tired of giving advice

Sometimes I look outside to see if Im living my life right

Electrifying rappers, brought my gat to a knife fight

Who gon' win?

It's obvious, we all gonna sin, but Im gone

Yah ay, said Im gone