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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Yasir Kaleem Ponder
Eric Yasir Kaleem Ponder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Super Scott
Super Scott
Producer
Chevy Quis
Chevy Quis
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ayo, take a ride with me Chevy (That shit hard) Six side get ya shit fried West Philly Hilltop Yeah I'm Ya and it come with a K Slide through at night and fuck up y'all day (Hey) Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds I'm gone ride 'til the endin' (Skrrt, skrrt) Served my soul to the mission (Yeah) Grew up, became a religion (Became a religion) Know my ancestors with me (They with me) I do not fuck with no piglets (I do not fuck with 'em) I am not touchin' no pigeons (I am not touchin' 'em) I just open up doors to the coupe (Ah) Let 'em fly, free roam how they do (Ah, ah) Let 'em shit, perfect spots they'll choose (Ugh) Step in it, boy that shit ain't poop (Ooh) Team sturdy, ain't no need for recruits (Woo) Keep it tight, similar to the Jews (Woo) Boost the rate, any day on my mood (Ooh) Why you wanna put fire to fuel? (Ooh) Pool of blood, boy leavin' blues (Ooh) Burnt out to a short fuse News and ambulance tapings (Ambulance tapings) Shot through the chin, that shit was a facelift (Shit was a facelift) Had to flee North like slavery Become a body for bravery (Body for bravery) White chalk later came in (That came in) And that yellow caution taped in (Cuz still on pavement) Blood pools still on pavements (Ugh, ooh) Shit left a mess, like mayhem (Oh my God) Had to put that on the pot, shit might blow up from whippin' a lot (Boom) Had to put that on the wrist, and the block, quarantine shit on lock (Boom) Had to put that on my Glock, Ahk, Liu Kang be kickin' a lot (Rrah) Kung Jin be feelin' my shot (Be feelin' my-) Sasuke, see the look in my eye (See the look in my-) Leave a fool pickled, like Rick with no Morty (Woo) Dickheads old, be hatin' like forty (Hatin' like forty) Make us young baws pop up with forties (Pop up with forties) Mind ya business nigga, you need some more tea (You need some more tea) Ain't my plugs, can't do nothin' for me (Do nothin' for me) Shoot myself, gang wanna shoot for me (Wanna shoot for me) Shorty bore me, lucky I'm horny (Lucky I'm horny) Gang did the crime if it was gory (If it was gory) She get you lined for them bricks, like Tori (Like Tori) Dumb dickhead was trustin' the shorty (Trustin' the shorty) Duct tape, we walkin' in for it (Walkin' in) No mask mean the endin' is for 'em (It's ya end) Take the reefer, Tina and the Sawyer Leave the Reaper, tags and the coroner Off the shit you on, I done warned ya Off ya scheme I can see it on ya (I see it on ya) Paranoid, puff marijuana (Marijuana) 'Bout to plot? Turn the boy a gone'a (Turn the boy a gone'a) Steam blow, that be hot as saunas (Hot as saunas) She robs, rider like Winona (Rider like Winona) Jihad way we war, bombin' on ya (Bomb on ya) Shoot the house, don't care you ain't the owner (Ain't the owner) In and out, invaded by the burglars (By the burglars) Home invasion turned a bloody murder (Turned a bloody murder) You already know what the fuck goin' on You niggas know the carry Diamond Gang Lebanon Don Four, five, six shit You dig me? Six side get ya shit fried Boom Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds
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