Pak-Man - Diamonds lyrics

[Pak-Man - Diamonds lyrics]

I just wanna see my bruddas successful
I just wanna see my team make millions
If he ain't a opp I ain't
Worried bout a next yout push of a button
What happened to the ceiling?
Tiptronic, I can spend a brick on it
Chick's wrist, I can put six on it
I've got food flying akh, I don't sit on it
I was causing mischief from a kid, honest
Say he got big bollocks
I don't think these pricks on it
See them outside their mum's
Getting shit popping
Or you're local posted, binoculars scoping
I gave man the drop but the feds rolled up
When he came out in the open
Told man "Twenty bags, smoke him"
Fuck that, thirty, I ain't joking
Thirty in my mizzy, '09 I left the old job
Whizzing through the city getting busy
With a whole thing
Cashmere jumper, might Dolce
It's all bulging, Submariner I might hulk it
Why you still sulking?
Ain't Halloween but he's got his mask on
He'll put a hole in your pumpkin
Jamil got my fifth J O'd in a pump ting
Cocaine pumping, Palace Road legend
Cocaine finessing, my bros stay flexing
Nothing don't run me, brudda I run things
And I had a bigger vision from a young kid
Dodging prison
Lot of missions that I done did
Bricks spinning like the barrel
On a thirty-eight plus I'm tryna get a
Thirty-six for thirty-eight
Dunno if I'll make it to the pearly gates
But I made it out the hood with
The rats and the dirty snakes
I nearly died that night
I never cried that night
I had a punctured lung
I couldn't breathe for air
In these dutty slums where
They're bussing guns
I ain't posted up unless I've
Got my beater there you better be aware
Can't do nothing when your P's are scarce
Every day I'm seeing red
Brick in the whip, ain't tryna see a fed
If at first you don't succeed
Try again like Aaliyah said
Brothers snaking brothers
They are not my brothers
I ain't like them others
I can make man light up your mother's
Shit got real, you've had enough now
Fuckboy moving like a coward
Who's tough now?
Can at the bus stop, tryna flag a bus down
I was in Hatton thinking "Shall
I grab the buss down?"
You chose sides so you got dropped out
Meeting at the dealership
Should I get the drop out?
I don't even need to tell a man "Watch now"
Watch now, I might blow twenty on a watch now
While you're sitting in a flat
With the same likkle jezzy
That was sucking on your young G's cock
Wow, why you gonna start like that?
Fuckboy, you ain't even hard like that
You gon' make me go and tear
A man apart like that
And you know I only fear Allah my akh
Fuck a ball, you can't afford my strap
Big hand tings, plus I coulda bought my flat
Back to the issue
Got a bone to pick with you
Tear through tissue and your
Bones it's ripping through
Think I care about a likkle sixty-two?
Sitting in the room all alone
With bricks of food
And I be in the zone, I'm sipping Goose
Can't ring my phone, I switched a few
Most my bruddas roll with pistols too
You know I only know official youts

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