Diamonds

[Intro]
We goin'?
Uh, this probably gonna come out after my trial so
Look

[Verse 1]
It be nights I think my mind sick, judge tryna turn me to a convict
Only thing guilty is my conscious
Keep the M&P a couple feet away from where I see the monsters
Ion need ya say so, ion need ya sponsor
If you ain’t tryna kill me when you see me it ain’t beef
Tryna flip a comma, smile and see the chicken in my teeth
Got a tripped planned for Canada, I gotta beat this felony clean
I ain’t gucci, Drake ain’t pullin no strings

This the life of somebody tryna change it
Narratives get painted, stare at em a different angle
Rearrange it, no matter how u look it never changes
Wouldn’t be surprised if they made us build the slave ship
Worry bout who Sellin it but not the ones cookin it
World so crooked gotta tilt ya head to look it
A lot of niggas moms was a swallower
Lotta niggas daddies was some followers
If my unc' survived the head shot he’d be a cripple nigga
That’s a whole different meaning of a role model uh
Light weight, Ion ever hit the whole bottle up
Cheat code for writin raps I really gotta stop it huh

60,000 niggas think I’m poppin now
Believe what you want nigga
No way, I ain’t made it till I got my win place
Need my own space to get my soul straight

[Hook]
I've been riding around with the top down thinking bout what it takes
To be at the top while everyone sees what what they see
And expects nothing less and everything from you
But you do what you got to do
What is life when you do what you got to do

[Verse 2]
We living in some stressful times
And some might say we witnessing the end of times
To live or die, my mental cries, the end is nigh
And I know it ain’t just my friends, but also the tensions high
Plus the message they send to control the youth
Has also resulted in stolen youth
And you know it’s true
Ima poet flowing off the rum soon as I pour it too
And the homie gone be rolling through
Just to smoke a few
Blunts for the pain
When push came to shove
I’ve shown you proof
My case in point is deeper than a bullet wound
I keep it pushing despite what I’m going through
Keep it pushing, never let the devil grab a hold of you
But how many of you are really wanting to know the truth?
Honestly, my older shoes got more soul than you
I roll my sleeves and proceed to control the room
But don’t hold my weed if you ain’t smoking dude
You know the mood
You down to roll with me that’s something Ima hold you to
Loyalty is rare, don’t nobody care
To hold you down like he suppose to do
So make sure you always keep God close to you