Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diamonds and Gold, artist - Rittz. Album song Top of the Line, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.05.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Diamonds and Gold |
I guess them pretty blue skies up in Gwinnett County got a disguise |
I guess your eyes see us on that map and make you think we ain’t a trap |
But I’m from that North, N-A-W-F |
North Atlanta, we for real |
85 north of Atlanta, home of the Gwinnett County Braves |
Out-of-towners looking out of place 'round here |
Think it’s sweet and disappear without a trace |
Cops on the dash see the plates out of state |
Apartment complex got a gate but it ain’t |
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there’s money to be made |
You’ll get robbed by somebody underage |
We don’t rock brands like Vans, only J’s |
We don’t use words like «hella» or «the bomb» |
So many celebs that live in Gwinnett |
Tryna say downtown when they tell you where they from |
Me, I’m from the 'burbs, never had much, I’m |
White boy in black Hollywood representing Slum |
Yeah, I got long hair, I ain’t ZZ Top |
I got diamonds on my pinky ring and diamonds on my charm |
I’m incredible like Burt Wonderstone |
Hurts when its done |
Wanna battle me and you’ll get murked one-on-one |
We ain’t on no battle rap |
We used to rap about our habitat and all the work that we done |
Camaro convertible, turbo, we’re there with the purple |
We stand in a circle and puff |
Got these bitches they go twerking and sucking |
If you ain’t got 'em fucking then you probably ain’t assertive enough |
Make your girl have a crush and I’m far from a heartthrob |
Middle finger up saying fuck Paul Blart |
Cops got the K9 in the car lot |
Someone just got shot up at the Marriott Courtyard |
Sitting in the car shot |
People scheming to get Lamborghini money |
They ain’t tryna drive a Dodge Dart |
Drug deal gone bad up at Wal-Mart |
Better pay attention when you’re pitching in the ballpark |
'Cause |
These streets can be misleading, and this one thing I know |
Don’t come around here flexin', I suggest you slow your roll |
Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold |
They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold |
Everybody want some diamonds and gold |
And I’m dying for your diamonds and gold |
I know in Georgia, shit ain’t peachy, so fuck what you’ve been told |
'Cause when this shit get greezy, we’ve been known to go for broke |
Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold |
They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold |
Everybody want some diamonds and gold |
And I’m dying for your diamonds and gold |
Woah |
From a middle class neighborhood |
From '94 to '05, I was up in Eagle Point then |
A lot of people wasn’t born here |
Moving in and out, never know who the neighbor next door is |
Drug dealers tryna build clientele |
So they telling everybody they got it, that shit was short-lived |
Jack boys get word, kick your door in |
Duct tape you on the floor, pistol-whip your girlfriend |
Hit a lick for four grand, now they got some cash to flaunt |
In high school, used lame kids to practice on |
Made 'em empty out their pockets |
Other kids dreaming of being astronauts |
We were scheming to make a profit |
The gun that’s underneath the mattress drawn |
Make it a chance of living half as long |
A lot of homies from the past is gone |
You wanna play games? |
Better train for the triathlon |
'Cause ain’t no games round here, ho |
We ain’t in no dorm room playing beer pong |
Homies never made it into the millennium |
Never forget 'em sheddin' tattoo tears for 'em |
Adam got a life sentence, he in Dooly State Prison |
Send him money, if he need me then I’m here for him |
We done smoked so much weed, smoking weed ain’t shit |
Doing any hard drugs we could get our hands on |
Man down, he was clean, started fucking with that meth again |
It wouldn’t be GC without Mexicans |
Claiming turf, gang signs spray painted on the picket fence |
They gotta represent what set they in |
Back in the day it was Breckinridge, Crescent Lake |
Sweetwater, Saratoga, and The Falls just to name a few |
So watch the lane you choose, and who you bragging to |
'Cause you gon' end up getting robbed in the North |
These streets can be misleading, and this one thing I know |
Don’t come around here flexin', I suggest you slow your roll |
Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold |
They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold |
Everybody want some diamonds and gold |
And I’m dying for your diamonds and gold |
I know in Georgia, shit ain’t peachy, so fuck what you’ve been told |
'Cause when this shit get greezy, we’ve been known to go for broke |
Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold |
They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold |
Everybody want some diamonds and gold |
And I’m dying for your diamonds and gold |
Woah |
We got a young nigga playing with that dope again |
I’m in the kitchen on that Adderall, focusing |
I’m on the road, doing shows, with some hoes again |
I hit the gas a couple times, then I hold it in |
I’m in the street with the heat on the seat |
In case I bump into police or I run into my foes again |
'Cause I hear them niggas tripping 'bout the flavor that I’m kicking |
And I’m down to start messing with the gold, you see |
I been breaking down pounds on them Lortab 10's |
On a bar and a half, and I’m going back in |
If you ever see a foreign car sliding on rims |
Up 85 North that’s him |
Just drive, I see him, I see him, I see him |
All black tint, nigga riding Nigerian |
All white paint, we gon' call it Siberian |
Loud pack on him, he ain’t no librarian |
Up from Mexico City, that’s that Norcross area |
Whole lot of killers gon' need a pallbearer |
Drinking on brown, got you feeling barbaric |
Still got a trap spot right on Harrington |
Still got a trap spot, trappin' on Jimmy |
I’ma dump the whole clip til it run empty |
And my license expired, tell Rittz to come get me |
We the only ones got a key to this city |
My lawyer’s suppressing the evidence |
I had some dope in my residence |
I had some guns in my residence |
I would not tell on no Mexican, I would not tell on no Mexican! |
They can indict it, I’ll fight it, I swear to that |
Shorty don’t like me, I’m piping, I’m arrogant |
Gambino boss on the North and I carry it |
We got Mariah, you buying, I’m selling it |
Tell 'em Rittz |
These streets can be misleading, and this one thing I know |
Don’t come around here flexin', I suggest you slow your roll |
Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold |
They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold |
Everybody want some diamonds and gold |
And I’m dying for your diamonds and gold |
I know in Georgia, shit ain’t peachy, so fuck what you’ve been told |
'Cause when this shit get greezy, we’ve been known to go for broke |
Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold |
They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold |
Everybody want some diamonds and gold |
And I’m dying for your diamonds and gold |
Woah |