Testo Shackles To Diamonds

(Al Geno on the track)

I was havin' bad dreams, way before the fame, way before the lean
Them youngins go cop .223s, and Jordan's, until they matchin'
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds

Your baby bang red like Santa Claus 'cause he ain't used to get nothing for Christmas I went to sleep broke so many times, now it's fifty racks in my pillow
I took every drug just to deal with it, but I'm still missin' my nigga
Sit at the house while I'm rollin' loud, probably'll take a hundred guns to Coachella
Bet shawty come back when I cheat 'cause shе know the next nigga ain't realеr
How you gon' come around, tryna seek fame, and I still can't hide these tears
Too much money bring attention, I be wishin' I was broke
The way a nigga livin', I just pray I make it old
Told Rylo, "Get that paper, we'll drop a mixtape later"
And go pack out arenas, the shit we used to dream of
Two hundred thousand on my neck, but don’t look wrong
'Cause this that same shit a nigga lose they life for
They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga
They ain't never tell me I'd lose all my teammates, but I need one more strip
I was havin' bad dreams, way before the fame, way before the lean
Them youngins go cop .223s, and Jordan's, until they matchin'
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds

They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga