Could've Had Diamond Rings
I look around I see that things change people change
Ian felt the same since the homie passed away
They say they know you, youn know me that was yesterday
I lock myself up in the vault then evaporate
Cause If you knew me you would be here we could celebrate
But Ian tripping bout no bitches on to better thangs
You posed to big me up and hold me down
Those sorts of thangs
I had a future planned out witcha coulda had diamond rings
Im stuck I'm feeling jaded people moving hella weird
Think ima change some shit I'm moving lowkey all year
You had a question you coulda just hit me bout fuck you doing
Instead you threw some shade and post about fucking loser
Been in the bleachers for so long I'm catching nose bleeds
I wanna be out there on the court I'm talking big league
Hear the crowd chant my name I hit a big 3
You niggas pushing daisies
All my niggas cutting trees
All you boys fake gangster say pushing P's
Lmao hot
fucking please
These boys pussy I'm surprised that they cant conceive
And ian tryna have em round tell them folks to leave
I look around I see that things change people change
Ian felt the same since the homie passed away
They say they know you, youn know me that was yesterday
I lock myself up in the vault then evaporate
Cause If you knew me you would be here we could celebrate
But Ian tripping bout no bitches on to better thangs
You posed to big me up and hold me down
Those sorts of thangs
I had a future planned out witcha coulda had diamond rings
Ian felt the same since the homie passed away
They say they know you, youn know me that was yesterday
I lock myself up in the vault then evaporate
Cause If you knew me you would be here we could celebrate
But Ian tripping bout no bitches on to better thangs
You posed to big me up and hold me down
Those sorts of thangs
I had a future planned out witcha coulda had diamond rings
Im stuck I'm feeling jaded people moving hella weird
Think ima change some shit I'm moving lowkey all year
You had a question you coulda just hit me bout fuck you doing
Instead you threw some shade and post about fucking loser
Been in the bleachers for so long I'm catching nose bleeds
I wanna be out there on the court I'm talking big league
Hear the crowd chant my name I hit a big 3
You niggas pushing daisies
All my niggas cutting trees
All you boys fake gangster say pushing P's
Lmao hot
fucking please
These boys pussy I'm surprised that they cant conceive
And ian tryna have em round tell them folks to leave
I look around I see that things change people change
Ian felt the same since the homie passed away
They say they know you, youn know me that was yesterday
I lock myself up in the vault then evaporate
Cause If you knew me you would be here we could celebrate
But Ian tripping bout no bitches on to better thangs
You posed to big me up and hold me down
Those sorts of thangs
I had a future planned out witcha coulda had diamond rings
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Writer(s): Vincent Thomas
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