Shackles to Diamonds

(Al Geno on the track)

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I was havin' bad dreams, way before the fame, way before the lean

Them youngins go cop .223s, and Jordan's, until they matchin'

I turned them shackles to diamonds

I turned them shackles to diamonds

Your baby bang red like Santa Claus

'Cause he ain't used to gettin' up for Christmas

I went to sleep broke so many times, now it's fifty racks in my pillow

I took every drug just to deal with it, but I'm still missin' my nigga

Sit at the house while I'm rollin' loud

Probably'll take a hundred guns to Coachella

Bet shawty come back when I cheat

'Cause she know the next nigga ain't realer

How you gon' come around, tryna seek fame

And I still can't hide these tears

Too much money bring attention, I be wishin' I was broke

The way a nigga livin', I just pray I make it old

Told Rylo, "Get that paper, we'll drop a mixtape later"

And go pack out arenas, the shit we used to dream of

Two hundred thousand on my neck, but don't look wrong

'Cause this that same shit a nigga lose they life for

They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates

They ain't never tell a nigga

They ain't never tell me I'd lose all my teammates

But I need one more strip

I was havin' bad dreams, way before the fame, way before the lean

Them youngins go cop .223s, and Jordan's, until they matchin'

I turned them shackles to diamonds

I turned them shackles to diamonds

They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates

They ain't never tell a nigga