I'm trying to work with my mamma
Make sure everything nice
All she wanted was a fucking trophy
And a fucking prize

(dialogue one)

Yo hold up hold up
How you wasting these lyrics
Man
Yo these lyrics
You know you could make a million bucks
On this song
Man
You got all that
Talent
Man
You could
You could sing song
And you could
And you there broke
Like a mot...,..
Dude
You got so many
You got lyrics man
You could make a million bucks
With these lyrics
Man
Don't you know that
Don't you know you could
Get rich
Off singing song
Man
You got all that talent
Man
And you just wasting your talent

(young diamond)

Yeah i know some people
Wanna be a friend of me
But honestly i prefer them to be my enemy
All i bring to this game
Is contribution
I'll be like
Bitch
Fuck your attribution
I ain't no socially
No therapist
People keep on talking
Yeah i know
They fucking pissed
I just go to the washroom
I take a piss
Put your fucking hands down
This ain't no miss
No answer
Answering form
I just do it so good
I'm so grown
They say you could make
A million bucks off your song
Mother fucker
Who the fuck
Buy my song
Everybody keep on talking
Man
You dead wrong
I got lyrics
Like a lyrics man
I'm so good
Like an icon
People keep on talking
Where the fuck you from
Man
Fuck where i'm from
Its where i stay at
People keep on talking
Man i'm walking
Like i'm Walmart
I just do it so good
Like rub your feet on the mat
I might kick you up
Bat you up
Like you baseball bat
And i ain't talking funny
They will be like
Hey
Homie
Where is your money
I'll be like yeah
I'm broke and i'm hungry
They will be like
L o l
That's so funny
How could a boy like you
So pretty
And your pocket could be so empty
I'll be like
Homie
I ain't working hard for you
Now he pull up a strap
To rob me
I'll be like what the fuck
You wanna get from me
You could have that shit
Take it any way but
Don't worry
I might come back for you
I might take your body
Like its none to me
(kiss teeth)
Oh man
They will be like boy
You ain't shit
You ain't catching no body
We real killers in the streets
You ain't shooting nobody
They will be like
We real gangsters in the street
You ain't got no money
You just a fucking
Intern
Trying and come like
You whatever
Man
I'll be balling
Till October
Matter fact
I ball till December
Everybody wanna know about that shit
They will be like
What the fuck is a libra
I just do it like whatever
Like hig her
I just do it like a real real
Me ga
I just do it like a real real
Whatever
Man
Got the whole world
Watching me like
Clever
(chuckle)
Man they say you got all that lyrics
You could make a million dollars
I'll be like bitch
Fuck a million bucks
I need a billion dollars
They will be like
You could sing song
You could put that together
Man you so good
I just write it together
Like a composition
Man
I raised in the hood
They will be like
How come you so talent full
And you tell me
I'm so talent less
I'll be like bitch
Boy
Don't bother give me no stress
Man
I just mix my flow with
Myself
That's some digest
You could call it digestion
Huh
You could call it respiration
Huh
You could call it evaporation
Huh
Man
I'm just moving
Yeah
I'm the one
Huh
I'm just mixing it
No photosynthesis
This is my thesis
No Pythagoras theorem
I just do it like a
Man
I ain't hating on no one
They will be like
I'm shooting free throws
Boy i'm shooting three's
In your face
Don't you know
And i'm shooting
In front of those whores
And they will be like
Do a free show
(chuckle)