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 Jordans 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 gettin' up 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 ****

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 she know the next **** ain't realer

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 **** 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 **** lose they life for

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

They ain't never tell a ****

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 Jordans until they matchin'

I turned them shackles to diamonds

I turned them shackles to diamonds

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

They ain't never tell a ****