Goin' under
Uh, yeah
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
We gon' let it breathe right here
Go put the baby's in the corner
This some dirty dancin'
Run up if you wanna nigga
You dont wanna chance it
Be ain't never had no carriages
Born into the narrative
Inherited my heritage
But then the mic marriages
Moved me to the parapet
There ain't no comparison
They marylins embarrasin'
But i applaud they arrogance
Now there's a new sheriff in
There's bodies where the sheriff been
She lit them up
And blew them out like paraffin
Can't penetrate the shell im in
Harder than a terrapin
And I got anger issues
That I work out with my therapist
He says I'm on the precipice
I said I'm on the westside
He said pump your breaks
I told him this a test drive
Got a feelin'
Feel it in your bones, feel it in bones
The night shift, gambling your soul
Hope you make it home, yeah
Diamonds on the lake, diamonds on the lake
Giving diamonds on the lake, diamonds on the lake
Hope I ain't dropping the jewels too late
Diamonds on the lake
First seed of my father, was thirteen when he told me
I pray you shoot for your dreams and try to not to get shot up
Winter is a coming, it's an early summer
'Cause your brother found out coke and baking soda makes a come up
Hilarious, that's my heritage
Similarities but narrative with different characters
Flossie Mae Carson said disparities was preparing me
You bet not have no cap where you at boy
You're on Laramie, uh
This is Autumn
Not the season, talking people that might surely fall
Promise some might be your loved ones
So the moral of the story, make you choices for your karma
Ain't no time for you to pause it, that's gon' jeopardize your commas
Got a feelin'
Feel it in your bones, feel it in bones
The night shift, gambling your soul
Hope you make it home, yeah
Diamonds on the lake, diamonds on the lake
Giving diamonds on the lake, diamonds on the lake
Hope I ain't dropping the jewels too late
Diamonds on the lake
You are like theater
Nigga I'm the coat check
Lotus serving notice
With lyrics that I ain't wrote yet
This here is for the culture
This jersey's for the coaches
There's mercy for the culprits
That ain't learned how to rhyme yet
I'm on an assignment, nigga check your privates
This that run the game shit, gotta check your milage
Future looking bright, kinda make ya eye squint
I don't gotta own a watch to know a nigga timeless, oh I need a