Its Ya Boi Simo - Diamonds in My Dreams

They say word is bond, that don't mean nothing
I gotta see it to believe it
I feel like niggas tryna' line me for no reason
Niggas always get to plottin' when you eatin'
Could be a day one nigga, wouldn't even see it
Wouldn't see it coming
So sick and tired of these people on they bluffin'
One chance, one shot, it's gonna peel your muffin
Real nigga stand tall, I came from the jungle (Yeah)
Came from the jungle
Wanna cash out on a Audemars Piguet
Why these diamonds on me? Just so I can flex
Just so I can flex
I get foul when I get to grabbin' techs
Bitches talking, yeah they sexting and they texting
Late night link ups and we meeting at the Westin
It was written, I am gifted, it's a blessing
And told 'em get the fuck up out my face
All you had to do was call, I'm on my way
Say lil' baby what you really tryna' do now
Can't fuck with the rest of these hoes, they be bust-down
VVS on the cuban link that's a bust-down
I love ya' vibes 'cuz they really outta' up-town
I'm rocking Palm Angels, Off-White on a off night
Shawty heart so cold, it gave me frost bite
Oouuu she wylin'
Baby girl why the fuck you always wylin'
Tryna' drip you out, baby I can be your stylist
But you undermined it
See the way that booty clappin', yeah that shit's astounding
And I'm tryna' stack that money like a fucking mountain
Diamonds in my dreams
And I see it coming in my rearview
My shawty gettin' mad 'cause I ain't sending her no songs
I'm just tryna' make my shit an anthem
Niggas tryna' hold a nigga down for ransom
Rolling up the blunts of exotics
Late nights, gotta' watch out for narcotics
Know the way, I got it
Feel like James Harden, I keep a rocket (Aye)
Want all blue hunnits up in my pocket
I can't stop this
Gotta' make sure that I ball out like I'm Stockton
Whole hood, I'm post like Malone
Back up in my Birk, I'm in my zone
So hard to trust in a world full of clones
Niggas say they got you but they know they really don't
A nigga like me, yeah, I'm tryna' stay relevant
Get the work, sign them papers, sign them settlements
Feeling like me, feeling like she
Didn't wanna' see me, yeah, came from a dream
I'm just a young nigga, came from the bean
Tryna' take my team here, tryna' bring 'em with me (Yeah)
Hop up in a crow, hop up in a Lear
Young nigga, I can't fucking fear no man
Only nigga I fear, God
And that nigga above me
Watch out for the storm, it can get ugly
Rolling up the blunts of the skunky shit
Bitches talkin', yeah, they can go suck a dick
And niggas talkin', yeah, they can go suck a dick
'Cause niggas weirdos on the low, yeah cut the shit
Yeah cut the shit, 'cause niggas weird on the low
Cut the shit
And I've been on some other shit
Tryna' get my mom's out this jungle bitch

Written by:
Matthew Nwaford

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