Diamonds

Yeah
Color cut clarity, huh
True G prosperity, huh
Diamond
Here we go

Let me walk in my boots
Let me put on my suit
Let me look Mulan rouge
Let me do what I do

But it better be cool, yes
You know you like my style
You treat me like a child
And that's a real wild mess

I put on a big smile
I keep on a big pistol
And I ain't worried bout Nina
A friend of my mistress

I am Illuminati
I aint worry about nobody
A friend of nobody

Bugatti on the mission
Point out my competition
Wisdom just watch and listen
And learn the business

Before I turned around,yeah
I hit my wishlist
God is my witness
I am so brilliant

It takes a lot of pressure just to make a million
It takes a lot of pressure to cut a diamond
Cause you either cut it good or cut it plain
I made my dimond's work for myself defining
The game brought the fame and
Then came the Dimond rain

I don't scurrr I dont blurrrr
I don't slurrr I don't currr
Don't call me a sir
All these clowns bizrrr

I fire these rappers
I crush em like crackers
All these wicked rappers
Just give me a second

Let me get up off of this hammock
And I'll go bananas
This ape shits to be authentic

Retire these rappers
They won't go to practice
I want a good breakfast!
No I'm not a racist

From now you are serving my breakfast
Stop driving me reckless
I'm not going backwards
What's wrong with you patna

I'm high on diz brackets
You a fly on my table
I'm high with my label
I won't let my chain tangle

And I got enough records
Just sell all my records
You owe me a checklist
Just bring me all the diamonds
And get me a sandwich

It takes a lot of pressure to cut a diamond
Cause you either cut it good or cut it plain
I Made my Dimond's work For my self defining
The Game brought the fame and
Then came the Dimond rain



Credits
Writer(s): Kirill Orlov
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