Alright, so it's like, you're the genie
And I stumble on the lamp, you know
Rub the lamp and you come out in a big poof of blunt smoke
And you're like, what are your wishes?
You get three wishes
So I'm like, think about it super serious
And I'm like, well, my first wish is gonna be world peace
My second wish would be, like, pure happiness
For everybody I've ever loved
And for my third wish, genie
I just want a dope-ass Cray Wills beat
Cray on the beat so you know they thick as tree trunks
Feeling good as hell cause I'm just a
Cray on the beat so you know they thick as tree trunks

Feeling good as hell like three blunts
Used to be on free lunch, now I eat MCs up
Dancing through the day, living anything I dream up
Haters gon' hate, fakers gon' meme up
I don't give a *, I'm chilling like an ice cream truck
Feed up, sipping on a cup of green tea, bruh
Running through these beats, tell Cray it's time to re-up
Yeah, leave a blame emoji in the comments
Spit hot fire, cool my throat off with a lozenge
Weighing out my options, sweating out my options
Out these toxins, plus y'all get it poppin'
That's elementary Watson
Aw, *, you ain't feelin' this, you trippin'
Let's tighten up them laces, boy, we gettin' down to business
Vicious with the gifts since I was spittin' in the dish pit
This is not a test, you now rockin' with the best
I'm callin' Diamond in the Ruff with King Midas
Touch, what?
Diamond in the Ruff
Diamond in the Ruff
Diamond in the Ruff with King Midas
Touch, what?
Diamond in the Ruff
Diamond in the Ruff
Diamond in the Ruff with King Midas
Touch, what?
Diamond in the Ruff
Diamond in the Ruff
Diamond in the Ruff
Diamond in the Ruff
Diamond in the Ruff with King Midas
Touch, what?
Diamond in the Ruff
Diamond in the Ruff
Diamond in the Ruff
Diamond in the Ruff
Diamond in the Ruff
Watch out on the rhymes, so you know they tight as navel nods
Feelin' hard as hell, like my exoskeleton was made of rocks
And prayin' that my aim is off, claimin' that I'm fadin' now
I'm never tired, I stay wired like a cable box
Storm a fake MC, till they flattered the box, yeah
Within a tabletop
Leave them lookin' like a fuckin' puddle of tomato sauce
This * dynamite, like a pocket full of tater tots
I came to rock, now I got hip-hop in a state of shock
Yeah, leave a poo emoji in the comments
You know that this the *, homie
Come on, be honest
No need for the nonsense
Everything is awesome
Bloodshot, get it poppin'
That's elementary Watson
Aw, snap, if you ain't feelin' this, you slippin'
Best tighten up them velcros, boy, we gettin' there
We not playin' down the business
Diamond in the rough
Been rhymin' since I was a runt
You can try me, if you want
But son, that be ill-advised
What?
Diamond in the rough
Diamond in the rough
What?
Diamond in the rough
Wir kingdom weiters
What?
Diamond in the rough
Diamond in the rough
Diamond in the rough
What?
Diamond in the rough
What?
Diamond in the rough
What?
King Midas touch what diamond in the rough diamond in the diamond in the rough
in the rough