Playstation 2

[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