You've got a mouth full of diamonds And a pocket full of secrets
Comic book and guns, comic books and guns
Watchin' power, livin' belly, ghosts like Tommy Bunch
I'm a conker with a vision, bet my time gon' come
I'm Ted Sewell with a Tommy gun
Paparazzi poppin' where my mommy from
Probably in the lobby with my posse drunk
Sippin' on Bacardi, take a shot of rum
Pissin' in the elevator, still don't give a fuck
Gold grill, black man, still ain't switchin' up
Remember niggas called me Diddy, I was freakin' happy
Threw the Glock up in the river, it was too dramatic
I'm a shooter, fuck my sneaker fashion
Fantasizin' by the week or as it spazzin' when the reefer passin'
You've got a mouth full of diamonds And a pocket full of secrets
His eyes was made of stone
Oh, and we all can't wait to go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Fancy teeth and jeans, fancy teeth and jeans
I seen some shit you wouldn't believe, then make me leave the scene
Appreciate the late rappers, paid the way rappers
I think back to backpackers and the wave cappers
Cause now I hate rappers, hate today's rappers
Hate these fake rappers, lame fashion closet gangsta rappers
And shoutouts my nigga Raleigh, member gangsta -licious
It was gangstas kissin' gangstas if you paid attention
Before my shit was even out, you couldn't wait to get it
But now the shit I'm puttin' out gon' make you think to get it
Take a minute, God's present cause I'm way too gifted
So next album, fuck around and make you wait to Christmas
Oh, and the heart that's made of gold
And a pocket full of secrets
Oh, and we all can't wait to go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Yeah
