Diamonds And Gold

Lyrics

[Produced by dEnAun] [Intro: Kuniva and Kuniva (as Rondell Beene)] Young boy! Rondell! What's goin' on witcha? Chillin', man, I'm chillin', what's up? Ahh, that's what's up, that's what's up You look kinda short, man, why don't you let me hold some'n? I ain't... I ain't got no cash on me, dawg Aww, man, you a superstar, bud, what you talkin' about? Superstar? Nigga, I ain't got it, man I don't got no cash on me I seen you on TV, man That don't mean shit, man C'mon, give us some bread That don't mean shit I ain't got it, nigga Ah, c'mon, you a broke ass [?], man Ah, call it what you want Can't stand you, motherfucker [Pre-Chorus: dEnAun] Spent most of my life in the trap bein' grimy (Oh yeah) On the grind tryna stay out the county (Oh, oh) Remember times when I ain't had no money (Oh yeah) Get brand now, this bitch is all lonely (—y—y) [Chorus: dEnAun] 'Cause underneath all the cars and clothes (Cars and clothes) The lights, the bling and those All those Diamonds and gold Underneath all the diamonds [?] Yeah [Verse 1: Kuniva] Yeah See, underneath all the diamonds and gold And platinum hits, the glamour and glitz Yo, I live a real life and in my old neighbourhood Them hammers'll spit so I keep a gat and a clip Now those chickens — they be all on my tip I never knew I was this cute until a playa got him some grip (Haha) Didn't ever think that I was so handsome that I was worth fightin' for (Hell nah) For gold diggin', triflin' broads (Fuck outta here) Now those old heads see me in the streets and they think that it's all good (Young blood! What's up?) They swear it's only rhymes and beats (Nah) They don't know about them nights where I'm deprived of sleep ('Sup) Checkin' my back doors and windows and ridin' with heat (Yeah) Plus the niggas who have less (Uh-huh), I'm lookin' like somethin' to eat (Damn) Fresh meat on the yard — they want a piece of me (Yo, who dat?) But all they gonna get is these from me (Bluh, bluh) Because no matter what, I'm still a man and every man needs money [Pre-Chorus: dEnAun] Spent most of my life in the trap bein' grimy (Oh yeah) On the grind tryna stay out the county (Oh, oh) Remember times when I ain't had no money (Oh yeah) Get brand now, this bitch is all lonely (—y—y) [Chorus: dEnAun] 'Cause underneath all the cars and clothes (Cars and clothes) The lights, the bling and those All those Diamonds and gold Underneath all the diamonds [?] Yeah [Verse 2: Kuniva and Kuniva (as Rondell Beene)] Uh, see, way back when I was ridin', a celebrity (Uh) Far from the status of a celebrity (Yep) Nobody sweated me (Huh) They didn't give a damn about the moves I was makin' or who I was gettin' naked (Nope) But now, it's a big deal and I ain't even rich (Nope) But I can buy my son a big wheel and now they wanna switch (Haha) And they greet me with sarcasm like "Money makin' Mitch! Let me hold some'n, homie!" The [?] of the game is this So I try to keep it cordial and give a person respect (Okay, okay) But talk around somethin' more than what's around my neck That's why I love my dawgs who knew me from the jump (Yeah) And them OGs from the block who knew we wasn't punks (What up?) 'Cause they know this game is fucked, not peaches and cream (Nuh-uh) It's filled with fake niggas and bitches, leeches and schemes (F'sho) I still haven't seen my dream (Nope), I'm just a man still strugglin' (Yep) Don't get fooled by that big screen, homie [Pre-Chorus: dEnAun] Spent most of my life in the trap bein' grimy (Oh yeah) On the grind tryna stay out the county (Oh, oh) Remember times when I ain't had no money (Oh yeah) Get brand now, this bitch is all lonely (—y—y) [Chorus: dEnAun] 'Cause underneath all the cars and clothes (Cars and clothes) The lights, the bling and those All those Diamonds and gold Underneath all the diamonds [?] Yeah [Verse 3: Kuniva] I [?] have to say this (What?) 'cause I'm only half famous (Uh-huh) But everybody with a lil' paper has haters (F'sho) So I've been taught to shoot first and act later (Blow) 'Cause trust is a downfall of many of the greatest (Yep) Groupies, I don't trust 'em — truly I'm just [?] That Willy D — wherever I'm headin', I got my boys ('Sup) A lot comes with money and fame (Yep) People try to get a name by confronting you and snatchin' your chain (Damn) And that's word to Saigon (What up?) The streets think you soft when you cut the bullshit off and go turn the mic on (Yeah) I'm tryna be an icon (F'sho), I wanna see the cake (Yep) But when niggas try to eat it, I'm forced to get my ike on (Uh) A rowdy, rotty pipe on (Uh) 'cause I'm tryna live (Yeah) You know what happened to Indians when they tried to give (You already know) This isn't just a beat or a damn verse This is real life and I'm a man first, just believe that [Pre-Chorus: dEnAun] Spent most of my life in the trap bein' grimy (Oh yeah) On the grind tryna stay out the county (Oh, oh) Remember times when I ain't had no money (Oh yeah) Get brand now, this bitch is all lonely (—y—y) [Chorus: dEnAun] 'Cause underneath all the cars and clothes (Cars and clothes) The lights, the bling and those All those Diamonds and gold Underneath all the diamonds [?] Yeah [Outro: Kuniva (as Rondell Beene)] Okay, okay, man Be like that, then, I don't care Keep the money Who the hell is that singin'? Sound like a sick parakeet or some'n