hello mom and dad

waddup frank

you wanted me to do this right?

yah, do it

waddup gianna

communicating while anonymous doesn't accomplish too much

so imma get this f**king platform, keep on talkin' my stuff

reachin' everybody

from the south side of atlanta

to the place i'm more familiar with but i paint panoramas

that'll make you trip like i love lucy

by the way i took a trip and i love lucy

she introduced me to the truth

i wrap a noose around your boss real quick

kick his stool out, and make his boss' boss feel it

and nah my balls don't fit

in the palm of my hands

so don't ask me to grab 'em,

i let 'em hang i'm the man

f**k spelling it out

i'm yelling it out

y'all flip then you flip

you're not hip you're not hop

i'm just a product of listenin'

to washed up artists submittin'

feeble attempts to stay on

so all that garbage your givin'

is getting you thrown out

i'm thrown, leave me alone i'm in my zone now

too many clowns

diemon is full of lions it's time to roam now

and my life, is a good book

bugus, rollin' good kush

never house a bitch

because they bite and bark, woof woof

look, look

the world is pulling me down i'm about to push push

and let the visions in my head pull my sled

balto, mush mush

y'all lay beneath the tush tush

and your pockets stay empty

because your mouth is full of pussy

go dive in ambition

swim around in some talent

bust a nut full of visions

then hit it again with some passion

and get it crackin' like the sea monster

i see monsters with all that

fee-fi-foh-fum

but y'all ain't scarin' no one so just fall back

because it's d-i-e-m-o-n

till the motherf**king world ends

and i'm probably where your girl is

now them same motherf**kers wanna murder me

and i wonder if the lord ever heard of me

i need loot

so i'm doing what i do

and don't say s**t 'till you walk in my shoes

now them same mothaf**kas wanna murder me

and i wonder if the lord ever heard of me (uh)

there was no other destiny to choose

i had nothin' left to lose so i'm singin' n***a blues

imma, heavy thinker, light smoker, henny drinker

gotta gift, for the game,

wrapped around my middle finger

no semi-circles in this diemon shit

squares don't linger

i'm your dudes favorite rapper,

and your B*****s favorite singer

it's jerry springer in this hotel room,

minus the violence

we questioning each other on some

who what where and why shit

but back to the living out the dream or tryna find it

f**k it i think i found it

f**k that i know i found it

y'all old dudes ain't new no more

y'all need a fountain

y'all be king of the hill motherf**kers

i got the mountain

y'all shoutin' making commotion

barely making a wave i'll make the ocean

and park my yacht on your property

with no apology for show boatin

and i've met god a lot but i've never met jesus

i've even met the devil

and kicked it with her on some g shit

she showed me how to get to hell

i showed her how to leave it

and close that f**king door shut

as i walk towards my freedom (yah, do it)

now them same motherf**kers wanna murder me

and i wonder if the lord ever heard of me

i need loot

so i'm doing what i do

and don't say s**t 'till you walk in my shoes

now them same mothaf**kas wanna murder me

and i wonder if the lord ever heard of me (uh)

there was no other destiny to choose

i had nothin' left to lose so i'm singin' n***a blues

don't get it f**ked up you can still get dropped

employees handing out fades to the boss

i'm not saying that i'm either one, nah

i'm just saying that it can be done, oh oh oh oh