Diamond Snares

[Intro]
You think I'm having a good time?
Fuck no
They think that, uh maybe
Every once in a while my life is fun and games
But that shit is hectic

[Verse 1]
Set yourself free, ain't no shame in it
Fake gold chains make me feel sick
So do the real ones, no I don't feel ya
Shows by the millions, faces but no one's familiar
This the sound of the Northwest, it's so rare
Go there, they complain 'bout how it's no fair
This some grown up shit that'll make you grow hair
On your balls, it's called testosterone playa

[Chorus]
You smilin' in face like life is fun
You might get punched
The thing about life, it isn't fair
Your beats sound brokе, I got diamonds in my snares (Where)?
X2

[Verse 2]
Yеs Sape's a sensei
No devoted students
I know you know my music gets you high as fuck
Like you overdose on shrooms, so when you bump it
You careful to be only smokin' buddah
The leatherneck Letterhead is a better bet
I'm puttin' down cheddar like it's in treasure chests
Better than I ever been, and gettin' better yet
I don't think you ready for whatever's next
I'm gettin' a spot ready to pop
I'm not breaded but I'm not dreading my job
I'm spreading my thoughts
They heavy I'm letting them off
No more daydreams 'bout machetes beheading my boss, nah
Sandpeople bandanna
I am Camobear up in The Prime, we mad ample
Debaser in the place you basically manhandled
Yo we hittin' those licks like Santana

[Chorus]
You smilin' in face like life is fun
You might get punched
The thing about life, it isn't fair
Your beats sound broke, I got diamonds in my snares (Where)?
X2

[Verse 3]
You see barrels when I unfold my wings (wings, wings)
I got this music in my dome to free (free, free)
Tryin' to make my way overseas
Then come home to the West Coast you know my stees
Yeah this is so yes bueno
The last thing that I need is less pesos
But I'm spendin' like there's nothing in my belt free
Nothing you can tell me, fuck it I'll be wealthy
Someday, down the line
I'm tryin' wet these little rappers leave 'em out to dry
For now, no guarantee that tomorrow will come
You could get punched in the face and swallow your tounge

[Chorus]
You smilin' in face like life is fun
You might get punched
The thing about life, it isn't fair
Your beats sound broke, I got diamonds in my snares (Where)?
X2

[Outro]
Hell no
I'm not out here havin' fun
The fuck?
That's some close range cheesin'
That's some close range cheesin'
Close range cheesin'