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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Diamond D
Performer
Dillon Maurer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dillon Maurer
Songwriter
Joseph Kirkland
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diamond D
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
To pick it back up where we left off
The prophet and apprentice returned back
And still, they question whether the ascension was earned
I learned that fake friends will follow you to watch how you rise
And when their eyes green with envy, they will plot your demise
My obstacles were an impossible size but I persisted
Because the greater the risk the more colossal the prize
I see the world through a philosopher's eyes
With no denial, I'm a nihilist (true)
Forever a student of the stylist (all day)
I'm not the type to buy the hype and compiled list
But if I made it top five, I'd meet all the requirements (that's right)
And in this smoked out room, watching the clouds form
To be the quiet ones with the loud who make the crowd swarm
The formula never changed
I know you want that raw unadulterated with the glorious range
I came up as a fanatic of the unrefined (right)
Dylan been digging in the mine, why you think I run with diamond, huh?
Now, listen in to uncut gems
We always stick with the traditions, never fuck with the trends
Uh, since the beginning, we've been getting amends
Will forever dropping jewels, these are uncut gems
And now, listen in to uncut gem
We always stick with the traditions, never fuck with the trends
Uh, since the beginning, we've been getting amends
Will forever dropping jewels, these are uncut gems
It's new rules (new rules, ye-yeah)
New whip (new whip, ye-yeah)
New money (new money, ye-yeah)
New drip
All stocks in my portfolio, Blue Chip
The bitches all scream, my hot rod is a cool whip
Hm, the nice stork, the cold shack, uh
All I need is a hot mic and a cold track (it's all I need)
Don't call it flattery when it's a cold jack (nah, don't call it that)
And I'll be riding on their asses like cold check
But I don't suck on pops, I'm a product, you know what I'm saying? Yeah
We buck on cops, I'm out here chasing W, you suck on flops
New visuals that never spread the buck on props
Everything that you see, I own, no lease (uh)
The checks, the cars, the homes, OBs (come on)
I keep a bag for crooked judges and police
'Cause if we can't get along, then fuck it, it's no peace, (argh) peace
(And now, listen in to uncut gems)
(We always stick with the traditions, never fuck with the trends)
(Uh, since the beginning, we've been getting amends)
(Will forever dropping jewels, these are uncut gems)
(And now, listen in to uncut gems)
(We always stick with the traditions, never fuck with the trends)
(Uh, since the beginning, we've been getting amends)
(Will forever dropping jewels, these are uncut gems)
(Uncut gems)
(Gems)
(Uncut-cut)
(Gems)
Two million nine hundred thousand
Three million
Three million one hundred thousand
Three million two hundred thousand
That's three million two hundred thousand
The bid is used for one fifth of an ounce of carbon, under an inch square
The Abra diamond
It will bring almost seven million dollars
Three million seven hundred thousand pound, for the last time
Writer(s): Dillon Maurer, Joseph Kirkland
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