text: I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh
  I caught my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
  And I’m not proud of my address
  In a torn up town no post code envy
  But every song’s like gold teeth, grey goose stripping in the bathroom
  Blood stains, ball gowns, trashing the hotel room
  We don’t care, we’re driving Cadillacs in pur dreams
  But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybachs, diamonds on your timepeace
  Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
  We don’t care, we’re not caught up in a love affair!
  And we’ll never be royals 
  It don’t run in our blood
  That kind of luck just ain’t for us
  We claim a different kind of buzz!
  Let me be your ruler 
  You can call me queen bee!
  And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule
  Let me live that that fantasy!
  Silver Rolls Royce, cigarette smoke’s scented
  New fur rug, now my dirty boots in ‘em
  Flowing in the parking lot, like we’re rolling in the college
  Mean as a dean, triple beam, well polished
  She wanna watch Scandal, I wanna count a handful
  Dead presidents sleeping in the attic of the mansion!
  All I heard was murder, think the house’s haunted
  Super Bowl tickets they bitches and Fed chargers
  Label the racketeer, John Gresham with a pen
  Top three writer but number one at your event, ha
  Mastermind unfolds like a true crime
  Double M, gold mind for the whole time!
  My friends and I, we’ve cracked the code!]
  I said, hear out, we’re out, bring her back, can’t rewind
  Back where I’m from, they move shack from the line
  As D-why, bricks, moving D-why, bricks
  No peace sign, they peace out, they precise the shit!
  Fresh up out the G5
  Givenchy three times
  Life is a bitch, well, my dick is a big yacht
  All aboard, all aboard!
  Like life is a beach, all these people they flip-flop!
  When I smack the dwag shit out
  Told the niggas I ain’t kidding, this is the Sean Kemp out
  Nigga, step out, I see you niggas bitch out
  Ya see these broads stand you, I get these bitches sit downs
  What now? What now?
  You know what? I think you’re irritating
  Like we didn’t come out in this motherfucker through the basement
  Like we ain’t blowing like we’re locals posted in Jamaica
  ........, a hundred cases, baby …
  Now that Working Title, Purple Label, and my Jordan Laser
  Everything is foreign, we’re of course a lot of fornication
  Different cloth, nigga, aint nothing fabricated
  A lot of thots like a fucking scatter brain thinker
  My whole pandemonium, pardon the Panamera
  It’s crazy, in this black and white just like an Animaniac
  Uh, shout out Waco and Dot
  I use your baby mother scrunchy to wrap up a nut
  I never was a bad man, bad man
  Turn on the AK turn it out!
  We brought it off and we now play
  Until the…
  You never was a man shooter, shooter
  Came to the Magazeen
  And yellow team … leave the scene 
  Your brother run and your mother scream
  I wanna leave no witness, 
  Body at the wall, please! 
  Take shot in your face …
  Until them… test me, test me
  I want them where I want
  Na, na, na, me gonna sing like a player!
  Believe me