Shackles to Diamonds
(Al Geno on the track)
I was havin' bad dreams, way before the fame, way before the lean
Them youngins go cop .223s, and Jordan's, until they matchin'
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds
Your baby bang red like Santa Claus
'Cause he ain't used to gettin' up for Christmas
I went to sleep broke so many times, now it's fifty racks in my pillow
I took every drug just to deal with it, but I'm still missin' my nigga
Sit at the house while I'm rollin' loud
Probably'll take a hundred guns to Coachella
Bet shawty come back when I cheat
'Cause she know the next nigga ain't realer
How you gon' come around, tryna seek fame
And I still can't hide these tears
Too much money bring attention, I be wishin' I was broke
The way a nigga livin', I just pray I make it old
Told Rylo, "Get that paper, we'll drop a mixtape later"
And go pack out arenas, the shit we used to dream of
Two hundred thousand on my neck, but don't look wrong
'Cause this that same shit a nigga lose they life for
They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga
They ain't never tell me I'd lose all my teammates
But I need one more strip
I was havin' bad dreams, way before the fame, way before the lean
Them youngins go cop .223s, and Jordan's, until they matchin'
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds
They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga
I was havin' bad dreams, way before the fame, way before the lean
Them youngins go cop .223s, and Jordan's, until they matchin'
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds
Your baby bang red like Santa Claus
'Cause he ain't used to gettin' up for Christmas
I went to sleep broke so many times, now it's fifty racks in my pillow
I took every drug just to deal with it, but I'm still missin' my nigga
Sit at the house while I'm rollin' loud
Probably'll take a hundred guns to Coachella
Bet shawty come back when I cheat
'Cause she know the next nigga ain't realer
How you gon' come around, tryna seek fame
And I still can't hide these tears
Too much money bring attention, I be wishin' I was broke
The way a nigga livin', I just pray I make it old
Told Rylo, "Get that paper, we'll drop a mixtape later"
And go pack out arenas, the shit we used to dream of
Two hundred thousand on my neck, but don't look wrong
'Cause this that same shit a nigga lose they life for
They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga
They ain't never tell me I'd lose all my teammates
But I need one more strip
I was havin' bad dreams, way before the fame, way before the lean
Them youngins go cop .223s, and Jordan's, until they matchin'
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds
They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Gene Hixon, Davood Boushehri, Nicholas Seeley
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