Intro (The Diam Piece 2)

Lyrics

[Intro] I never want to be a local celebrity I don't go to the club to stand around and people watch I don't spend my time gathering cash to flash it When me and my team were out there doing it in the streets, there was no Snapchat or Instagram to fake in front of strangers We are grown, real businessmen, with real women and real goals and reputations to protect [Verse 1] The lights never off in my city, where kings are born Through the nights we shall bathe in illuminations like Gods When we fight it's like clash of the titans over these stipends [?] with a pen and a pad, over these diamonds And since diapers I've been plotting your death, cigarette lighters Who beside, this the walk in the path of lyrical righteous and divide this whole nation in half Like kumbaya did from the jungle Damn near couldn't eat, we had to hustle Just to double every dollar we had, how could they judge you When they never gave you nothing to help, or feed the hunger Death among us, still we fought through the hatred and made 'em love us On the devil's playground I grew and waged war And the fact that I'm still here, just make me strong And the fact that I brung all my niggas, put 'em all Gave 'em something they could eat, would again, make me a boss What God giveth, no man shall take Can they relate, to being taken away from family in the state Cause cowards that run the state feel I'm better off in a cage In the quiet, where I got so much fire, to be a great: DNA Get out, I tell 'em don't be a plate cause my youngers they love to eat You know the future won't wait, I'm stoic, so much honour heroic Y'all niggas know it, some like to call me a poet and say I rap for the hopless, but all I see is the culture The industry like an ocean, they throwin' you in to drown And not Michael Phelps with the stroking Tenth floor conversin' with my lawyer, boutta gore ya He like "Once that ink dried, them labels gon' pay for ya" I'm like "Shit, I'm just tryna move my mum out the ghetto and make sure my youngers never wanna have to settle" Give me a sign, chicks that play with you like your pedal Cause money the root of evil, and devil she wore stilettos, hello! [Interlude] You taking pictures with cars and money, that either doesn't belong to you, or will be used in a court case Smarten up, the number of likes you get don't pay bail, attorney fees or commissary Get money, get wise and figure out what your goals and taxes are Don't chase them, run parallel [Verse 2] Uh, we got one life to live, but this ain't no soap opera I'll sum it up with the greatest amount of brevity, it's longevity when your flow is so proper Perched up like Jack on the beanstalk Chilling while the youngens sell crack and the fiends walk Posted up with a bad bitch with a mean walk But she don't talk much, let them ass in them jeans talk White F12 I'm black Michellin, why equal self you lack discipline Wolves upfront, I play the back listening, jintech suppresion Won't hear the mac whistling Personify rags to riches, how you thuggin' surrounded by drags and bitches Purse snatching [?], false flags and snitches Washed up breezys all skags and witches Get your shit together fam