| These niggas ain’t seen me when I jumped out
|
| They just seen all these diamonds
|
| I hope I motivate your soul
|
| Fuck who ain’t feelin' me, ain’t no gettin' rid of me
|
| My money long, life should be balanced once I’m gone
|
| Makin' sure it don’t stop
|
| This life of a young hard knock
|
| I bet they wishin' they ain’t leave me now
|
| I wish my grandmother could see me now, 'cause I say I’m that nigga now
|
| And I ain’t talkin' 'bout no runnin' the block
|
| I remember times that I would cry and you would tell me to stop
|
| You knew the times when I was high just from the look in my eye
|
| I know that you the main reason that I’m shinin' right now
|
| I say the hood still the same
|
| See Nicky old house, start thinkin' 'bout lil' Dave
|
| I look next door and I don’t see Miss Annie-May
|
| I can’t be standin' out here too long 'fore we start hearin' them K’s
|
| I’ma turn the page
|
| He say he know where, I say they in there
|
| We gon' go around the back and we gon' burn this bitch up
|
| For them to take what we done earned, they gotta burn our wrist up
|
| Patek on Audemar, Rolex on Hublot, bitch, watch how it glist' up
|
| Yeah, we rollin' four-deep in the streets and we be sticked up
|
| You keep stuntin' in front them hoes and get your stupid ass sticked up
|
| Aw well to all them niggas took a shot and fuckin' missed us
|
| Thankin' God for my shooter, I’m so thankful he don’t miss nothin'
|
| Heart race at night, hold me tight
|
| If they catch you cold, then you pay my price
|
| I say my prayers to be safe, money make up for a kite
|
| To DDawg, I hope he fine, 'cause he ain’t call last night
|
| Makin' sure it don’t stop
|
| This life of a young hard knock
|
| I bet they wishin' they ain’t leave me now
|
| I wish my grandmother could see me now
|
| Makin' sure it don’t stop
|
| This life of a young hard knock
|
| I bet they wishin' they ain’t leave me now
|
| I wish my grandmother could see me now
|
| I say confess, tell the truth 'bout everything I know
|
| And I promised to place you deep inside, right there where my pain is
|
| Fuck my feels, come and tell me how I really feel
|
| Hey, fuck that fast money, tell me where you wanna live
|
| Overdose off shine
|
| Came from the back as a lost man
|
| I’m in love with you and I can’t hide it
|
| My chest got an ice box inside it
|
| Yeah, I sent them slimes to send them shots out the coupe
|
| You might say I fucked up 'cause they came back ridin'
|
| But then we spinned again, like back-to-back
|
| You pussy bitch, you spinned again then we double-back
|
| And that’s that, boy
|
| These niggas ain’t seen me when I jumped out, they just seen all these diamonds
|
| I hope I motivate your soul
|
| Fuck who ain’t feelin' me, ain’t no gettin' rid of me
|
| My money long, life should be balanced once I’m gone
|
| Makin' sure it don’t stop
|
| This life of a young hard knock
|
| I bet they wishin' they ain’t leave me now
|
| I wish my grandmother could see me now
|
| He say he know where, I say they in there
|
| We gon' go around the back and we gon' burn this bitch up
|
| For them to take what we done earned, they gotta burn our wrist up
|
| Patek on Audemar, Rolex on Hublot, bitch, watch how it glist' up
|
| Yeah, we rollin' four-deep in the streets and we be sticked up
|
| You keep stuntin' in front them hoes and get your stupid ass sticked up
|
| Aw well to all them niggas took a shot and fuckin' missed us
|
| Thankin' God for my shooter, I’m so thankful he don’t miss nothin' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diamonds, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song 38 Baby 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп