Opaque - Diamond Sales lyrics

[Intro] Yo Tommy Tee, the sh** is on? Man f** platinum sales We tryna see diamond out this Kna'mean? [Verse 1] n***as know I'm sick witted, thick witted Ya'll never get it, too late, done sh** it f** you dawgs, hold your toungue it ain't worth spitting Whatever ya wanna do n***as, we done did it X5 Beamer, ice clear like (?) f** strong b**hes like Cena Nut on her face and let her rub it off like (?) Hit the chicks stylistics, ask me if I've seen her Truth is, we triple teamed her Off with the clothes, f** the (?) We don't love these hoes Ya'll paper wasting, we paper chasing (?) something you don't want to be facing (?) that look amazing Persuading any caucasian That I'm hot like (?) Yeah we f** with asians And have a (?) vacation And go national (?) coming soon Sick and tired of the tune I'm a n***a who need room A n***a who need boom You the type a n***a that's full of hot air, like balloons I'm the pin that'll bust that bubble n***a (?) [Hook]x2 If you want that You can have that (?) Benz black Lex Coupe back Chain swing on Get your drink on Get your thug on Let a n***a know [Verse 2] b**hes wanna' get my ice when they talk to me Instead of on my chain they (?) they love my steez How they love me in the (?) living comfortably Knowing they only want a part of me, but pardon me n***as spit water, I spit red seas n***as is petty hustlers, my n***as push keys d**h is caused from sleep So ya'll better believe that these hoes ain't getting nothing from me Slept on me, you told your wife you scheming on me Now knowing she (?) given me head on her knees Me and shorty always shot the breeze He didn't know she did a bid for me back in 93 Shorty used to transport keys Always told me wifey wasn't good enough for me Had the kids calling me daddy I sadly feel that you can get k**ed for real Cause I top bill and my sh** is mill n***a [Hook]x2 [Verse 3] So many n***as I know be like "when you hitting?" So many n***as I know be like bullsh**ting So many n***as I know, I love to hate So many I hate to love Street life got a n***a (?) So many s*uts get bust' So many cats can't be trust' b**hes feeling the thrust Flicking ashes from the dust Laced with co-co-coke Ya'll be rising above judges, hating my guns D.A. Tried to set me up but set me up Get me f**, f** that (?) Smarter than that, more hard than that, beyond that Rhyme with the nicest cats and you ain't even ready yet (?) machete Friendly with enemies Superior geniology The streets got me insane COD keeping it live Ready or not here I come [Hook]x2