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diamond life 2 (ca$h ironic) [feat. lord byron] - hospital gown lyrics

platinum and gold, i got platinum clothes
like i’m puffy and mase, mason mar on my hoes
but the games that we play, never gave us a role
now the rolls that we push
came pushing front rows
we got different agendas
came from different placentas
now i sit in the center* like when kobe was sinning
cinnamon for my dinner, i got too many women
swap ’em out like some sprinters
get prepared for the winter
i’m embarking on fame
i got some greedy family members
i’m changing my name, i move with the flame
i got biscuits remember*
k!lling n*ggas like popeye’s
them biscuits not tender
i’ll get you dismembered
i got lucrative ties, move with loot in my eyes
saw the lies that you told, i wasn’t too surprised
i’ve gotten scrutinized
for the truths that i’ve told
b*tches look and behold
take a jet to the store

platinum and gold, i got platinum hoes
like busta with janet* had to manage the stove
smoking l’s like i’m cold* n*ggas barely that cool
when u making a move?
when they shoot up a school?
i’ve had debt since a child*
government owned that p*ssy
living life like we wild*
of course we want the cookie
what u mean u are great? aren’t u black in the face?
didn’t u come from the mud; built a hut for your place?
ha isn’t that funny, how we pouring up ace;
four more for my forefathers who walked in the place
four coroners in four corners my necks a disgrace
44 hummers packed outside like 2008
i love rocking these chains*
that don’t make me a slave;
i put gold in my ear, shed a tear i’m in shame
i wanting bigger things
lift my head to the sky, inhale toxins of hate
then read a lullaby
the necklace is sweet, like a speculaas*
a spec of dust is what you is next to us;
testing us is the wrong move* a spoon or a harpoon
i’m feeding n*ggas shrooms and locking ’em in a dark room

60 g vallaton sitting next my son
went and picked up a sk!ll just to put down the gun
80 g basquiat sitting next to my son
would’ve went with the haring but gotta present my young
50 g edvard munch sitting next to my son
he don’t know the value of art so he’s poking it
with his thumb
90 g kerry james sitting next to my son
would’ve went with the gorky but gotta present my young

makaveli holes in both hands
stacking fetti hoes in both hands
trickling through the states, whipping through newer plates*
my colleagues are all somali pirates and clones
it doesn’t matter what you do with your fate
if your money’s right?
you could buy a new face if you want
i zone out like a idiot savant
when i’m off the purple elephant trunk*
a more devilish trump
80 above and i’m looking out the skyscr*per
thinking bout love
and my diamonds are a ice breaker
she said “baby why you hate country music for?”
i said “cause i was in the country selling 2 for 4s”
w*lly way art on my wall; hit a b*tton do a cartwheel;
the b*tch body like a barbie doll
what more can i say? we k!lling ’em
as the time starts to unwind on the pendulum
look at the emblem* it’s a dolfin with a dorsal fin
is that who i think it is, b*tch of course it is..
hair getting longer
weed getting stronger
ice in my veins that resemble tha body armor
looking through these frames
i could see he was facing karma
eating through his brains thy resemble the jeffery dahmer

- hospital gown lyrics

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