WHAT IF YEAT WAS IN MINECRAFT MINING DIAMONDS

Yeah

I just be doing me, whenever
They trying to talk I ignore it, whatever
I'm doing fine, never been better
Go get ya bitch because I'm getting her wetter
Look at the bag, ya I am a getter
Riding around with the plague on my sweater
Osama my bro and he up in my header
Every nigga can't be up in the center

Ya, I be chasing the diamonds like Minecraft
You ain't made out of stone, I see fine cracks
Man I'm washed up how the time pass
But still they never rapping like that
Uh, I just be grinding to get it
Ya, never going to put on a image
Uh, crip walked in the game and I shitted
Uh, Joe Biden stutter when im spitting
Uh

(What he do with it? Spend it!)
(What he do with it? Spend it!)
(What he do with it? Spend it!)
(What he do with it? Spend it!)
(What he do with it? Spend it!)
(What he do with it? Spend it!)
(What he do with it? Spend it!)
(What he do with it? Spend it!)

Slide up on the beat then I rap like that
I feel like I'm Yeat because I'm Sorry Bout That (Sorry, Yeat)

Now they finally trying to pay some attention
While im trying to rap and clean me some dishes
I ain't never care bout money and bitches
Now I'm older feeling colder than frigid
Now I'm just having fun
You could go flex with a gun
Whatever they do its already been done
No reason to hate because we already won
And none of these niggas be running the ones
Stupid ass nigga you look like a bum

No more running around my head to find a reason to exist
Know they stay mad because they know I never miss
If you can't take the heat then you should probably go and quit
Fuck school, fuck a job, tell them "suck my dick"