Yeah, you already know what it is Matt Ox in the building, you feel me 2k17, that's the year, you feel me 2k18, 2k19, all the way to 300,000, you feel me Keep on playin' me, bro And if you need to know my age, I'm 215, bro Wake up in the mornin' Diamonds on me and they costin' Feel like I'm in a foreign Haters talkin', but they nothin' Wake up in the mornin' Diamonds on me and they costin' Feel like I'm in a foreign Haters talkin', but they nothin' Wake up and I'm yawnin' Haters talkin', but they nothin' Pull up on him and he runnin' He was talkin', he was frontin' And I'm only just a youngin' Haters hatin', they don't want it Diamonds on me, got me stuntin' And you always on my line 215-215 Diamonds on me and they shine, yeah Watch how I switch up the flow And these boys, they act up Put that boy down to the floor All this designer, I pose Boy, you is not with my bros 'Cause you know we keep it low And my homies, they on go We gon' make it to the moon All these haters, they is doomed I'ma make it to the top All these haters, they gon' drop You are not on a roll Haters talkin', but they old Diamonds on me and they cold Diamonds mixin' with the gold On my teeth, [?] Yeah, it's Philly what I show Mess around, you gettin' stomped They be copyin' the wave, they be lookin' like some clones Pull up on 'em and he froze And you know I'm with the bros This the life that I chose And I'm comin' at ya' neck Yeah, I'm comin' at ya' nose Better watch where you go I pull up at your show Gettin', I got lots of guap, I got lots of guap Um, yeah, put it in my sock, actin' like a jock Walkin' in my Croc, hit you, like I'm Tyson [?], haters always typin' I'ma make 'em frontin' one day, some day, yeah Diamonds on me, touche, yeah Money commas lookin' gay, yeah I don't care what they say, yeah I'ma make it someday, yeah They already know they gang, yeah None of my homies are trained And we can never be tamed Put the money in a safe, yeah I secured the bag Haters on me, they a drag Put that boy in a bag Cause my homies on the tag We gon' make it out the trap, yeah We gon' make it out the trap Haters on me, they a drag And my homies might just bang We got out and make it rain They be talkin', they insane They ain't ready for the gang They ain't ready for the gang, oh Heard he was talkin' smack Pull up on me, and bang No, I'm not playin' no games Boy, this ain't GTA (Ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang) And it's Forza on the beat, you feel me (Forza, Forza, Forza, grrah, gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah) Working on Dying, OX Gang, yeah (Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, yeah) Matt Ox, gang, gang, yeah Ayy, ayy Wake up in the mornin' Diamonds on me and they costin' Wake up in the mornin' Diamonds, ayy Wake up in the mornin' Diamonds on me and they costin' Feelin' like I'm in a foreign