Diamonds

Album cover art for "Diamonds" by Ken Carson

Ken Carson - Rap, Southern Rap

Diamonds

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[Part I] [Intro] Oh, you like how I swag, you like—, you like—, you like how I do that shit, huh Huh, I can tell, uh, yeah, I can tell, uh, uh, I can tell Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh [Verse] Too high, I'm in the clouds I been rollin' all day, I smoke too much loud I ain't even got time for family, but I know they proud I ain't even got time for my lil' bitch, I'm rockin' out the crowd If they don't catch me red-handed, I'm takin' it to trial Tried out this spot that abandoned, bitch, we need every dollar I been smokin' my problems, I been pill-poppin' my feels I'm still fightin' my demons, wake me up, I'm dreamin' She want me, she fiendin', and I can tell I think I like her, I remember how she smell If she don't reciprocate the energy, oh well I ain't trippin 'bout these hoes, bitch, you can stay over there I got diamonds on my ear, I got diamonds on my neck, I got diamonds on my wrist I put diamonds on her, now she think she apart of the team I just poured in my soda, I'm sippin' on lean I'm addicted to codeine, I'm addicted to these drugs She just wanna fuck a young rich nigga, she don't know that I'm fucked up Yeah, yeah, she don't give no fucks Yeah, yeah, she don't give no fucks I ain't took my meds in yearsㅤ I been thinkin' 'bout a whole lot, that's how I made these M's She a grim reaper, eat your soul out Walk in this bitch with my pole outㅤ Walk in this bitch with a whole lotta Cash, I got a whole lotta Bags, I got a whole lotta Fuckin' your ho, she your problem Leanin', I need me a kickstand All black, all Rick, man ㅤ [Part II] [Intro] (Haha) Huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (More!) Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh [Verse] I just copped an AP, won't catch me with Franck Muller When I was in school, they caught me fuckin' on my tutor When I was in school, I was skippin' class, Ferris Bueller Yo' bitch might let me fuck 'cause I got more cash and I'm cooler You niggas ain't gettin' no money Spent yo bag on her ass, I go ku' with them hundreds These niggas ain't gettin' no pass These niggas gotta pay some homage Slow up, G-Lock, Ski mask When I'm outside, it's a homi' When I'm outside, it's a homi' When I'm outside, it's a homi' When I'm outside, it's a homi' When I'm outside, it's a homi' When I'm outside When I'm outside, it's a homi' When I'm outside When I'm outside, it's a homi', homi' Fully Tommy gun, shootin' at the crowd Everybody run, everybody get down Smokin' that shit, I can't hear you, know we smoke that loud I got diamonds all over my body, from my ears to the ground I'm the diamond man, I got diamond pants Alex Moss, YVL chain, cost like forty grand X chain came from Wafi, cost like one-sixty That 200K just to play, and I ain't done with it Diamonds in my teeth, ho, watch when the sun hit Tennis chains on, hit like Serena and Venus VVs on my ho so cold, she say she anemic Shop in New York, SoHo, we don't shop at Neiman's Pop it, show me your bankroll, these niggas ain't gettin' no money That shit you posted on the 'Gram, I spend that shit for fun Like Kardashian a 100K a week, and I'm not done She was with me the first time she seen a honey bun Told her, "Hell nah, hundred thousand," huh, 'bout a ten I turn up my partners and turned up my bitch, we all in I pay everything in cash, huh, huh, it's all there Bitch like to stay high like my swag, huh, huh, it's all real Catch your partner, turn you to a pallbearer G-Lock .44 bullet, I'm standin' my ground I still live in Atlanta, ain't move out of town Catch an out of town nigga down bad, he was out of bounds

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Credits

Writers
  • Ken Carson
  • Lucian
  • Esko (Producer)
  • CXSKET
  • Iconic Muzik
  • ​bart how
  • Mayyzo