[Produced By: Alex Emami] [Verse 1: Tedy Andreas] f** 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 f**ed the game up, You see its teeth in my knuckles The stewardess be tryna f** 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 an*lyze 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 k** 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 motherf**ing 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