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Yeah To pick it back up where we left off The prophet and apprentice returned back And still, they question whether the ascension was earned I learned that fake friends will follow you to watch how you rise And when their eyes green with envy, they will plot your demise My obstacles were an impossible size but I persisted Because the greater the risk the more colossal the prize I see the world through a philosopher's eyes With no denial, I'm a nihilist (true) Forever a student of the stylist (all day) I'm not the type to buy the hype and compiled list But if I made it top five, I'd meet all the requirements (that's right) And in this smoked out room, watching the clouds form To be the quiet ones with the loud who make the crowd swarm The formula never changed I know you want that raw unadulterated with the glorious range I came up as a fanatic of the unrefined (right) Dylan been digging in the mine, why you think I run with diamond, huh? (Now, listen in to uncut gems) (We always stick with the traditions, never fuck with the trends) (Uh, since the beginning, we've been getting amends) (Will forever dropping jewels, these are uncut gems) (And now, listen in to uncut gems) (We always stick with the traditions, never fuck with the trends) (Uh, since the beginning, we've been getting amends) (Will forever dropping jewels, these are uncut gems) It's new rules (ye-yeah), new whip (ye-yeah), new money (ye-yeah), new drip All stocks in my portfolio? Blue Chip The bitches all scream, my hot rod is a cool whip Um, the nice stork, the cold shack, uh All I need is a hot mic and a cold track (it's all I need) Don't call it flattery when it's a cold jack (nah, don't call it that) And I'll be riding on their asses like cold check But I don't suck on pops, I'm a product, you know what I'm saying? Yeah We buck on cops, I'm out here chasing W, you suck on flops New visuals that never spread the buck on props Everything that you see, I own, no lease (uh) The checks, the cars, the homes, OBs (come on) I keep a bag for crooked judges and police 'Cause if we can't get along, then fuck it, it's no peace, (argh) peace (And now, listen in to uncut gems) (We always stick with the traditions, never fuck with the trends) (Uh, since the beginning, we've been getting amends) (Will forever dropping jewels, these are uncut gems) (And now, listen in to uncut gems) (We always stick with the traditions, never fuck with the trends) (Uh, since the beginning, we've been getting amends) (Will forever dropping jewels, these are uncut gems) (Uncut gems) (Gems) (Uncut-cut) (Gems) Two million nine hundred thousand Three million Three million one hundred thousand Three million two hundred thousand That's three million two hundred thousand The bid is used for one fifth of an ounce of carbon, under an inch square The Abra diamond It will bring almost seven million dollards Three million seven hundred thousand pound, for the last time
Writer(s): Dillon Maurer, Joseph Kirkland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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