Diamonds

Yea, yea Gltttt Yaow All these cars at my gate got my shit hot Pitch pot, ditch cops, tell em kick rocks Dont lose no sleep over a bitch or a missed opp I gotta flip guap, you know them wetties gon kiss cock Im battling stress, anger and still putting my game on Most of these rapstars cant hit the hood with they chains on Regular youngin problems, but I trapped and became strong My engine light came on And fuck im stressed, and yes, love drugs and i wear it on my chest Left the court, had to take a test, took a percocet You know the rest, Swacey baby from the set Im out west, scaling work and sucking breasts Talking friends i fucked her best I light the grass to burn the serpents down It'll grow back I ask a junkie how my verses sound, cus he gon know crack I was down, had to work them pounds and get on back Might hit ya town, if them digits down and bring a load back They see the realness, you got some fucking nerve if you dont feel this Dont need a fucking license to conceal it My prices touch the ceiling, cus hype made it appealing So we stuff the mid inside the runtz bag and we seal then we deal it More money, more weed, more life, more hoes Jump in my V to get some ziplocs before the store close Turn your block to Oracle, know them shooters pulling up Mind sorta unstable too, know that Drew dont give a fuck Had to move my gun before she licked me up, the grip was tucked Opps tryna clear the smoke, but shit is up and shit is stuck Niggas babies lets go put cyanide in they sippy cup If it aint bout no money, then dont hit me up Quarantine timing, that pressure make diamonds And i'm a buss down chain Put my trust in my plug, now im up how strange Still go buss a couple juggs and go munch chow mein Quarantine timing, that pressure make diamonds And i'm a buss down chain Put my trust in my plug, now im up how strange Still go buss a couple juggs and go munch chow mein