paroles de chanson Intro - Snooze , Verse , Diamond D
I
never
want
to
be
a
local
celebrity
I
don't
go
to
the
club
to
stand
around
and
people
watch
I
don't
spend
my
time
gathering
cash
to
flash
it
When
me
and
my
team
were
out
there
doing
it
in
the
streets
There
was
no
Snapchat
or
Instagram
to
fake
in
front
of
strangers
We
are
grown,
real
businessmen,
with
real
women
A
real
goals
and
reputations
to
protect
The
lights
never
off
in
my
city,
where
kings
are
born
Through
the
nights
we
shall
bathe
in
illuminations
like
Gods
When
we
fight
it's
like
clash
of
the
titans
over
these
stipends
Send
a
likeness
through
your
neighborhood
knight
ya
To
bring
the
balance
and
the
niceness
with
a
pen
and
a
pad,
over
these
diamonds
And
since
diapers
I've
been
plotting
your
death,
cigarette
lighters
Who
beside,
this
the
walk
in
the
path
of
lyrical
righteous
and
Divide
this
whole
nation
in
half
like
kumbaya
did
From
the
jungle
damn
near
couldn't
eat,
we
had
to
hustle
Just
to
double
every
dollar
we
had,
how
could
they
judge
you
When
they
never
gave
you
nothing
to
help,
or
feed
the
hunger
Death
among
us,
still
we
fought
through
the
hatred
and
made
'em
love
us
On
the
devil's
playground
I
grew
and
waged
war
And
the
fact
that
I'm
still
here,
just
make
me
strong
And
the
fact
that
I
brung
all
my
niggas,
put
'em
on
Gave
'em
something
they
could
eat,
would
again,
make
me
a
boss
What
God
giveth,
no
man
shall
take
Can
they
relate,
to
being
taken
away
from
family
in
the
state
Cause
cowards
that
run
the
state
feel
I'm
better
off
in
a
cage
In
the
quiet,
where
I
got
so
much
fire,
to
be
a
great:
DNA
Get
out,
I
tell
'em
don't
be
a
plate
cause
my
youngers
they
love
to
eat
You
know
the
future
won't
wait,
I'm
stoic,
so
much
honour
heroic
Y'all
niggas
know
it,
some
like
to
call
me
a
poet
and
say
I
rap
for
the
hopeless
but
all
I
see
is
the
culture
the
industry
like
an
ocean
They
throwin'
you
in
to
drown
and
I'm
Michael
Phelps
with
the
stroking
Tenth
floor
conversin'
with
my
lawyer,
boutta
gore
ya
He
like
"Once
that
ink
dried,
them
labels
gon'
pay
for
ya"
I'm
like
"Shit,
I'm
just
tryna
move
my
momma
out
the
ghetto
And
make
sure
my
youngins
never
wanna
have
to
settle"
Give
me
a
sign,
chicks
will
play
with
you
like
Geppetto
Cause
money
the
root
of
evil,
and
the
devil
she
wore
stilettos,
hello!
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