Diamond Life

[Intro: Styles P] I’m stupid dope, critical fresh Can’t even believe this shit Diamond life, nigga Ghost, let’s go boo [Hook: Styles P] All I do is rhyme a lot Pulling out pot from my diamond kennels and diamond socks It’s OG all day Dutchies and bambles and raw cones, diamond ashtray And I got on my diamond shirt With my ice on, that’s diamond work Holla back if you flyin’ right Yea homie, welcome to the diamond life [Verse 1: Styles P] I’m probably getting my rhymin’ on I’ve got my diamonds on, and my Diamond on And I probably got the shining on Jack Nicholas, bring sun like Saint Nicholas Give me a gift, I’ll show you a gift to give I light up the booth like Christmas lights I could start up the printer like Vincent Price What the fuck you gonna hate for? Cause I could ride the flow like a skateboard Make the money hop like a bunny hop, BMX I let the gun bark DMX Who wants to lay up in EMS You should Run like DMC Kid ‘bout to count on my T-A-T Fly 'til we die, you never gonna know when death come D-Block, diamond to the next one [Hook] [Verse 2: Styles P] Welcome, it’s the OZ for SP High top, diamond socks, low top SB I smoke out cause I lounge out Rap hop a cool when the pro tools bounced out Me and Poobs blowin’ the ounce out Take the amounts in and nigga tuck the blouse in You mad cause I’m flowin’ like a fountain Spend millions on weed, ask my accountant Overachiever, insidious sativa Make you a believer, fresher than leaver Nigga light the chiba This is diamond life, throw your D’s up And you know it’s D-Block No seeds in it but it popped up And you know I stay lip too I miss flyin’ down the supply, I wouldn't bullshit you [Hook]