Intro (The Diam Piece 2)

[Intro]
I never want to be a local celebrity
I don't go to the club to stand around and people watch
I don’t spend my time gathering cash to flash it
When me and my team were out there doing it in the streets, there was no Snapchat or Instagram to fake in front of strangers
We are grown, real businessmen, with real women and real goals and reputations to protect

[Verse 1]
The lights never off in my city, where kings are born
Through the nights we shall bathe in illuminations like Gods
When we fight it's like clash of the titans over these stipends
[?] with a pen and a pad, over these diamonds
And since diapers I've been plotting your death, cigarette lighters
Who beside, this the walk in the path of lyrical righteous and divide this whole nation in half
Like kumbaya did from the jungle
Damn near couldn’t eat, we had to hustle
Just to double every dollar we had, how could they judge you
When they never gave you nothing to help, or feed the hunger
Death among us, still we fought through the hatred and made 'em love us
On the devil's playground I grew and waged war
And the fact that I'm still here, just make me strong
And the fact that I brung all my niggas, put 'em all
Gave 'em something they could eat, would again, make me a boss
What God giveth, no man shall take
Can they relate, to being taken away from family in the state
Cause cowards that run the state feel I'm better off in a cage
In the quiet, where I got so much fire, to be a great: DNA
Get out, I tell 'em don’t be a plate cause my youngers they love to eat
You know the future won’t wait, I'm stoic, so much honour heroic
Y’all niggas know it, some like to call me a poet and say I rap for the hopless, but all I see is the culture
The industry like an ocean, they throwin' you in to drown
And not Michael Phelps with the stroking
Tenth floor conversin' with my lawyer, boutta gore ya
He like "Once that ink dried, them labels gon' pay for ya"
I’m like "Shit, I'm just tryna move my mum out the ghetto and make sure my youngers never wanna have to settle"
Give me a sign, chicks that play with you like your pedal
Cause money the root of evil, and devil she wore stilettos, hello!

[Interlude]
You taking pictures with cars and money, that either doesn't belong to you, or will be used in a court case
Smarten up, the number of likes you get don't pay bail, attorney fees or commissary
Get money, get wise and figure out what your goals and taxes are
Don't chase them, run parallel

[Verse 2]
Uh, we got one life to live, but this ain't no soap opera
I'll sum it up with the greatest amount of brevity, it's longevity when your flow is so proper
Perched up like Jack on the beanstalk
Chilling while the youngens sell crack and the fiends walk
Posted up with a bad bitch with a mean walk
But she don't talk much, let them ass in them jeans talk
White F12 I'm black Michellin, why equal self you lack discipline
Wolves upfront, I play the back listening, jintech suppresion
Won't hear the mac whistling
Personify rags to riches, how you thuggin' surrounded by drags and bitches
Purse snatching [?], false flags and snitches
Washed up breezys all skags and witches
Get your shit together fam