Shine'n For Diamond

(álbum: Internal Affairs - 2019)

Still shining for Diamond, put a blunt in the air
Death from probable causes, we don't fuck with you squares, nigga

Four block banging, dope spot yanking
Ran through a skit but I just won't stop yanking
Make no statements, don't y'all play with my gangsta
Jump on fleeky like I play for the Lakers
Semi-automatic hit me, one in each chamber
Lately I been finding lot of comfort in prayer
Death from probable causes, why I don't fuck with you squares
Still shining for Diamond, put a blunt in the air
Put a blunt in the air
Who I'm 'posed to feel with this AR on me?
I paid cash but the AR stole it
Tryna picture me rolling inside a Buick, shooters under influence
If we gon' do it, nigga, fuck it, let's do it
Going in for the kill
Hold me down like you told me you will
House niggas don't belong in the field, you know the drill, homie
Blood, I'd rather niggas rob me than to steal from me
Thumbing through these M&M's, dirty money still lulling
Still thugging, let my youngin do his lil' Dougie
Lil' rugged, lil' slummy, bitches still love it
Where was all these hoes at when it was looking ugly?
Heartbroken over Dooterz when they took her from me
Nigga uncle used to push it, let him cook it for me
I was taught examine your purchase before they took the money
Brung the Benz out, all them lil' babies looking stubby
Ain't no rap check either, this with the bitches' money
When I was bummy, they was laughing like, "This how you bomin'?"
I took a gamble, shot the dice, it's either all or nothing
Gave Grams a hundred K and it was all in hundreds
Bought Grams the Range Rover, that's the one she wanted
I just want it where my family never want for nothing
Took the killers out the trenches, tryna show 'em something, yeah
I'm just tryna show 'em something
Took the killers out the trenches, they don't owe me nothing