Diamonds

Youve got a mouthful of diamonds
And a pocket full of secrets
Comic book and guns, comic books and guns
Watchin Power, livin Belly
Ghost like Tommy Bunns
Ima conquer what I vision , bet my time gon come
Im Tetsuo with a Tommy gun
Paparazzi pop up where my mami from
Prolly hit a lobby with my posse drunk
Sippin on Bacardi, take a shot of rum
Pissin in the elevator, still dont give a fuck
Gold grill, black mask, still aint switchin up
Member niggas called me Diddy, I was wreakin havoc
Threw the Glock up in the river, it was too dramatic
Im a shooter, fuck my sneaker fashion
Fantasize about a week on acids Spazzin when the reefers passin
Youve got a mouth full of diamonds
And a pocket full of secrets
Oh , his eyes was made of stone
Youve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and we all came here to go
Life is what you make it
And a pocket full of secrets
Fancy teeth and jeans, fancy teeth and jeans
Ive seen some shit you wouldnt believe that made me leave the scene
Appreciate the late rappers, paved the way rappers
I think back to backpackers and the wave cappers
Cause now I hate rappers, hate todays rappers
Hate these fake rappers, lame fashion closet gangsta (uhh) rappers
And shout outs my nigga Riley, member Gangstalicious?
It was gangstas kissin gangstas if you paid attention
Before my shit was even out you couldnt wait to get it
But now the shit Im puttin out gon make you think to get it
Take a minute, Gods present cause Im way too gifted
So next album fuck around and make you wait til Christmas
Youve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and a heart thats made of gold
And a pocket full of secrets
Oh, his eyes was made of stone
Youve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and we all came here to go
Life is what you make it
And a pocket full of secrets
Know what Im talkin bout?
Go, go, oh