Tekst piosenki
„Fuck are these niggas talmbout man ,I’m the I’m the , I’m the new gucci mane „
(Chorus)
Gotta getcho grind on , I’m so sick and tired homes
Trapped in different time zones, when i make it I’m gone
Get it straight from tyrone, never seen a rhinestone
Yellow diamonds pop corn, yellow diamonds pop corn
Gotta getcho grind on , I’m so sick and tired homes
Trapped in different time zones, when i make it I’m gone
Get it straight from tyrone, never seen a rhinestone
Yellow diamonds pop corn, yellow diamonds pop corn
(Verse 1)
Since sixteen was a crazy ass kid, run laps around rapper raps fuck ya ad-libs /
I got fifty bitches naked in my crib , eatin these MC’s like milk chocolate /
Cuz some of ya actions make me miss the message , i heard ya mixtape and its not that impressive /
Im breaking the bank you just building up pressure, fuck 20’s & 50’s them hunnets is better! /
I will not stop til its me at the top, drop a mixtape every week if i gots /
Til its big B’s south beach on a Yacht , breaking down weed venice beach next to cops/
Trips overseas for the cream of the crop , crem de la crem pour the lean close the top /
Blood on my times & its blood on my watch, in baltimore living life like I’m Pac, hah! /
(Chorus)
Gotta getcho grind on , I’m so sick and tired homes
Trapped in different time zones, when i make it I’m gone
Get it straight from tyrone, never seen a rhinestone
Yellow diamonds pop corn, yellow diamonds pop corn
(Verse 2)
Baghdad might go hard , i never play wit them , they say I’m the rap game Kadian /
It ain’t a badder team that you can trade wit him, nollie tre’s down the new fire scape depends /
It could be me and you in a new vehicle , bumping & rolling and pop in my interview /
Y’all really think that this rap is so difficult, i could rap on a beat with no interlude / (ooo)
Bink bag mustve had a thotianna in a spot , like rihanna madonna bey all giving him top/
Critics say yeah they really say y’all should really stop, SK’s make a nigga turn a little to a lot /
I love my city it showed me things, grippen the choppa i blow out ya brains /
Y’all nigga balling i think I’m Jermaine, shoot at ya mother for birthing a lameeeeeeee/
(Chorus)
Gotta getcho grind on , I’m so sick and tired homes
Trapped in different time zones, when i make it I’m gone
Get it straight from tyrone, never seen a rhinestone
Yellow diamonds pop corn, yellow diamonds pop corn
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