(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Real talk, let's get straight to it
I got diamonds in the face
(Diamonds in face, diamonds in the face, diamonds in the face)
Know these niggas don't walk how we walk
They don't talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
I grew up with the trillest niggas, tryin' not to stay with the fakes
Ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
I got the gang, gang, gang

Hoppin' out the Bentley Mulsanne
Eliantte chain swang
I can make a bitch mood change
Got it in my pocket, loose change
I came from the bottom, I came from the mud, I came from the street
Always road runnin' some time we ain't even sleep
And I pray my niggas watchin' over me

We stand for the streets, what it's supposed to be
I lost a lot of people that was close to me
Grab the dope out the car like it's grocery

She say, "Roddy, sing to me like Jodeci"
Put my dick on her neck like a Rosary
I got control of me (these niggas don't know)

Real talk, let's get straight to it
I got diamonds in the face
(Diamonds in face, diamonds in the face, diamonds in the face)
Know these niggas don't walk how we walk
They don't talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
I grew up with the trillest niggas, tryin' not to stay with the fakes
Ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
I got the gang, gang, gang (yeah)

A quarter to sit, I black out the whips, I hold up a fist
I'm big as it get, colossal as shit, enormous as a bitch
Know that these niggas don't like me
I know that these niggas don't like me
Nigga, I been in the field, been totin' my glizzy, doin' high knees

Mafia, mafia
Millionaires, only in the blue faces we trust
I told shorty mind her business
'Cause I came straight up out the Guinness
Spent a hundred thousand at the dentist
We ain't Venus, Serena, my dawg out the court
I put that nigga right in a tennis

Who you know designer down, fresh white tee?
New Hellcat, I was a fresh '19
How a nigga felt rich without two Cs?
Ain't nobody out-vibin' me
The number one, but I ain't try to be
I told that bitch it ain't no lyin' to me
You can play yourself, but ain't no tryin' with me

Real talk, let's get straight to it
I got diamonds in the face
Yeah, yeah (diamonds in face, diamonds in the face, diamonds in the face)
Know these niggas don't walk how we walk
They don't talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
I grew up with the trillest niggas, tryin' not to stay with the fakes
I got gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (gang, gang, gang)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (chyeah, yeah, yeah)
Gang, gang, gang
I got the gang, gang, gang

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Dijon McFarlane, John Holt, Rodrick Moore