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on the diamonds, John Cena, can't see me
Walking on the beat, like the shit was made by DP
Trappin' all day, selling drugs, by the BP
Back to Back hits, nigga went

a blunt
Could've easily went the wrong way, I'm glad I didn't
Though, I'm living in a fake world, I've been in isolation
Blinded by diamonds and girls, I'm

Just put an album out and now
I'm working on my second
I got 'em paralyzed
Like that band Finger Eleven
You know I go hard
And I shine like a diamond

surrounded by them diamonds
I gave it all, ain't got nothing left
Just watch where you step
Look
Invest in myself
Look
With power and wealth
Look
It sit

the hands of time
Cause my rhymes will always be micmicid
By everyone else Like a pantomime

Don't pretend to be a fan of mine
Acting lost like you from Kubo

I've been making fat stacks since like 2005
Giving me some signals, trying to learn me, call her mime
Acquainted by my music, and she like the way I

Steady bumping LL Cool J instrumentals
Probably as often as Andre drawing them album covers
For the record I'm here to spit a lot more than sixteen

I know you a real one ?
So maybe you'll feel when I'm telling you this
You know this game, you've sat on that bench
6 by 9 cell and it's smelling

I'm packing swishers like I'm packing arenas
We're getting praised by the cooler kids that used to laugh and tease us
I could sip my drink like I'm

Shinning on these diamonds as they gliss
Uh
Like the VVS's I aspire for my wrist
Uh
Weaving through this garden on a mission for a miss
To
Give this

Shout out my bitches down at Jezebel
Cuz girl you looking hotter than a patty melt
Sitting there like my album when it don't sell
On my parents'

Everyday we gets the call 
'Nice job on the album guys' 
Fed the way to Heaven Ball 
Show them all how we can fly 
This one's for the Captain 'Ham 
Hit me up

at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big ??? check
I feel like this nigga could just suck my dick
I feel like we

showing, and diamond Piguet glowing (Woah)
Right before they turn and walk into another store
Now around the age of four, The kid stops them by the door
Saw

like me to
Boy my album coming soon
Blowing o's right by the pool
Playing beats I'm making new
Songs that u can bump it to
Last of dying breed
Bitch

unless
You give them a reason to
2017, Sincerely Yours was a murder
Probably album of the year
But who cares when nobody heard
It's getting crazy out here

had sharpened to get your head impaled in it
Like a sword that was brought by the thought of Yog Sothoth
With these prophetic words that are combustible

situated in The Martian's mind
Filled with rough diamonds and inexhaustible mines
But I'm still trying to translate my findings
Into products with

Billy Bass

Ay yo try me I bet I deliver I'm Bezos
You can get it all from me like Bezos
I can give half of my raps away by the end of the day
I

and tell her your son living enormous
Diamonds on my bitch flow nigga, what you talking bout?
Welcome to the album

gotta get rid of em, memories I think on the regular
Energy, I'm feeling so elegant
Diamond dreams they sponsored by Elliot
Give and receive, I will

writing this album it's called Cracked Lenses
I done re-wrote the shii like 6 or 7 times
Distracted bout you hitting my line
Distracted by the lines that

utility for facilities
That need a real spitter
A real go getter
Who can manifest an album that contains no filler
Talking my shit, septic tank with no