Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Dalton
Songwriter
Mike Moyst
Songwriter
Andrew Kevin McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prodtdogg
Producer
Lyrics
I want diamonds that's ice, cold
All my life I been nice, with the flows
Been supplying the hype, every show
Imma fire on sight, let it blow
I get high every night, yeah I'm stoned
Why you trying to fight, let it go
When the timing is right, we gon roll
You ain't know what it's like
So I thought you should know
I honestly thought you should know
In my province they call me the goat
Look at all that I wrote
Like novels I authored this flow
And it's awesome like God on his throne
I just thought you should know
On my wrist I'll cop Audemar gold
And my fist gon have opulent stones
Yeah it cost for the glow
Thought the kid said he wanted the smoke
When I spit he get shot through the scope
Man he softer than snow
Yeah that's something I thought you should know
Wasn't functioning proper before
Now they calling me pro
Sipping substance I'm hot with the flow
Just be putting your jaw on the floor
So they wanting some more
Want a chain have my collarbone broke
Take the game in intolerant doses
It's causing explosions
Remaining with all of my focus
Invading the colonies closest
I'm always in motion
I want diamonds that's ice, cold
All my life I been nice, with the flows
Been supplying the hype, every show
Imma fire on sight, let it blow
I get high every night, yeah I'm stoned
Why you trying to fight, let it go
When the timing is right, we gon roll
You ain't know what it's like
So I thought you should know
I just thought you should know that the old guard
From the ice and the snow got the flow started
Beg no pardons, bang out a hit in the rose garden
Playin' like 2017 James Harden, you bastards is lame, stop it
I'm turnin' my pain into pure product, every fuckin' project
I want all the praise, never fuckin' bought it
Can't commodify this, not a fucking object
Won't play dead, don't make no fucking comment
Me Reggie Mak got it knacked with raw wit
Feel the bass hit like a face lift
A bit too grit, but the people love it
Fight til I'm sick, to my knees I plummet
Still I reach the summit while I watch the clock
Watching rappers tumble just to raise my stock
I want diamonds that's ice, cold
All my life I been nice, with the flows
Been supplying the hype, every show
Imma fire on sight, let it blow
I get high every night, yeah I'm stoned
Why you trying to fight, let it go
When the timing is right, we gon roll
You ain't know what it's like
So I thought you should know
It's three goats on the track I just thought you should know
Making 'em choke like their oxygen low
Bro I don't wanna hear you go off of the dome
I just gotta scroll to get that shit off of my phone
Why do they constantly post
The only comments are from bots or they're ghosts
I promise I want all the smoke
Your squad of jamokes can't keep up it's not even close
I turn a op into toast
Had something to say but it's caught in your throat
I get I get it like obvious jokes
And I go harder than stopping the smokes
With not a moment of monotonous prose
He ain't a lot when he's not with his bros
They pop off and I often oppose
And I just scoff at their awful approach
Written by: Albert Dalton, Andrew Kevin McDonald, Mike Moyst
