Diamonds & Whips

[Intro: Tito Lopez] Uh, yea sir I know I'm here, really number one See I had to go Take a journey into our lives man It's what we do What we did on a daily basis Real niggas talkin And I only hear it Remember here to bust America This is what we overcame, what we overcome baby It's on the street, ain't gotta be seen OBN, GPT [Verse 1: Tito Lopez] Growing up in the hood I Always tried to be the good guy On the prize kept a good eye And I never had dreams but always thought I could fly Puffin green for a good high But you know they say the good die young Pull the strap nigga would I run? And I'm just waiting on the day that I can get my good car And tell you hating niggas, goodbye See, most niggas in the hood lie On me, before I was low I was Tony And I never had time for the jokes Busy on the grind, trying to ride on the spokes Folks don't chit, don't chatter My OG told me that it don't matter My nigga 6 pack on the yard But I promise when he get back nigga turn up Gonna run that shit back It's my life dedication, grandmama always said be patient Whether it's school or the streets Nothing should keep you from getting yo education Nowadays these rap niggas' a joke Fill yo head with just liquor and smoke Shit on the real low gotta get me some water And fresh air 'for I choke I am the one, begotten son God put me on this earth for a reason I ain't got no hit records But you look in they eyes, I'm who they believe in Ya'll don't believe em Well be on yo way then But me, I'm bout to put my foot on these niggas necks Till they all gotta say when Let the church say amen [Hook] And even though ya'll see diamonds and whips We're just some boys in the hood that be out here grinding for chips And even though ya'll see fortune and fame We're just some regular niggas that deal with hurt through the pain, ah lawd And even though ya'll see diamonds and whips We're just some boys in the hood that be out here grinding for chips And even though ya'll see fortune and fame We're just some regular niggas that's part of the game [Verse 2: Trae] Two hands for the niggas in front of the trap That the only shit i'd know if it wasn't for rap Mama told me welcome [?], so i got me a strap Then I plotted ahead with the help of a [?] Been the king of the streets I'm still in Pull up in the 4' when the window be real black Hoes in love with me but I tell em' to kill that Fool for the tool run up in em and drill that Real ass niggas [?] now they real Old school rock, never mind how they feel Been front line ain't a day I play heel Long live pimp, everyday I stay trill' Ye ain't never heard about my team, tell em get ready Money or whatever that's prolly why it's heavy H-town nigga I test ride the chevy I'm in love with it you'd think i was going steady You believe that nigga you don't know me Yo might look tough, but you ain't no G I been the Truth, niggas try to be like me One mil' plus niggas try to see it like me Speaking of the [?] tell em look at this water Watered than most competition get slaughtered Hoe niggas hate, I don't much bother Black print reader, nigga i'm the author How the fuck you finna' taint what I designed? How the fuck you gonna claim what I define? I'm southwest nigga check the sign 2013, check the time Other niggas crying like hoes, i'm grinding While you out here looking for gold i'm diamond Made it up out the dirt, I'm shinin On the way, tell the niggas come find me [Hook] [Verse 3: Jaamel] Had a dream last night that my life got better Put my name on the contract and got a little cheddar Then the haters started coming Gave em 3 fingers told em read between the lines while I shine Big Jaamel, yea but my friends call me Nico Nigga you can stick with the government Please get the fuck out my face acting like these hoes Worried bout the niggas I fuck with Back in the days I was throwed, ran around town chasing the hoes Thinking that school's a joke Now I'm here with the shotgun, setting in my pocket Waiting for a play to unfold Got a liquor bottle in my right hand bible in my left I've done so much wrong I don't know what's next I need a chevy with the butterfly doors So I can fly away and purify my soul Yall done fucked up, but that's ok Cause i'm in here to do it my way Just sprinkle a little bit of that powder Then I got up on the track And I pimpify five mics' One for my lead vocals and my [?]vocal and my ad libs And my shit talking and the last mic is for a hearse Murder Somebody put a bomb and flew it into this verse Cause it's done with I ain't got time for the dumb shit Or a dumb bitch so don't question me about dumb shit And don't be sweatin me for this dumb dick If her name ain't Carmen, Adrea, Janice, Tito, Sin City, or Linus And you can get the fuck on And find another dick you can suck on GPT [Hook]