Gemstones E

You have, have... The grim? The grim? What's the grim? Grim, grim. T-shirt on my head like a Taliban. Ride around town in a dollar van. Pretty boy, never been feminine. Pretty boy, but I'm still a gentleman. My boys hop out in a minivan. Leave a nigga shaking, hear trembling. Stunna Boy out in the Timberland. Uh, uh. Cornrow like Jim Jones. And I got new gemstones. Cornrow like Jim Jones, oh. And I got new gemstones. Uh, Skinny nigga move like he big boned. Uh, uh. Pebbles on my neck like Flintstones. You know everything's fine by me. Everything's fine by me. When you falling just follow my lead. When you falling just follow my lead. Back door, back door, uh, uh. He so cutthroat. Word around town, got the blue Notes. Gluttony, fuck with me, blue coats. Project guys all his life, death to the life. Me and these rappers, we nothing alike. Paradise, roll the dice in a Rolodex. This how my Rollie tick, know my time is Next. All these niggas sex, all these bitches Pressed. Funny how I'm counting different checks on These Puma jets. Kill Bill, how I'ma look like Uma sweats? Yella. Nah, for real, uh, uh. Nah, for real, uh-huh, uh. Nah, for real, uh, uh. Nah, for real, She calling me Tata, I came with the bag. I hit from the Side but I never relax. Fuck what they be saying, he counting his racks. Come pass me the lighter, I fuck with a Match. Acting like she want me, that's how I React. Told her love her, she lied to me Back. My number one rule is don't see and Don't chat. So come to my room, you can Leave with some racks. I'm not Patrouba, the P On my hat. I'm not the woo with a B on my back. I'm at the top, they Can't see where I'm at. I'm at the top, They can't be where I'm at. Burger like king or no whopper. Niggas ain't me, they ain't pretty like Flocka. Roll up my weed with no fronto, no whopper. I pee and I sleep with a barber and Choppers. PTSD like a trauma survivor. Straight out of Harlem but bumpin' Nirvana. Played in that water, the shark and piranha. Die for Rihanna, my kids and my mama. Nah, for real, uh, Nah, for real, Uh-huh, uh. Nah, for real, uh, Uh. Nah, for real, uh-huh, uh. Nah, for real, uh, uh. Nah, for real. Shout out my boy, it's the Grim. Grim. Reaper, you sow what you reap. Shout out niggas on breach. All of my niggas in reach. Grim. This my, this my Yella. This make my bitch jealous. Putting the diamonds to dentist. All Gucci jeans, they embellish. Better know right out the present, my bitch never Settle. I like to pop stars so pop like A kettle. The checks like Target, you tell by The bezel. I had to upgrade the bitch, raising My level.