[ Featuring Sean Mcgee ]
Tryna figure out my dreams
Cuz I don't really feel like dreaming anymore
Tryna figure out my dreams
Cuz I don't really feel like dreaming anymore
I can't even lie I want the diamonds and gold
Diamonds and gold, x16
Uh, stories of a Prima donna
But when your broke that dream is common
Where I'm from we don't see designer
Where I'm from we just see dishonor
Where I'm from I don't see my momma
That bitch left me like Halley's Comet
Can't look in my daddy's face
The street's came in and took his place
Sometimes I don't wanna wake up
Can't see past my bitches make-up
I heard that boy done sold his soul
For the price of them diamonds and gold
It's hard to dream when
You ain't sleepin right
My f*ckin nostrils look like poltergeists
I miss going to rock at
Open mic's hoping that I
Got noticed by labels and blow up over night
Never happened but passion led
Me like Holy Christ
Good intentions just Breaking Bad
Like I'm Walter White
I owe my life to my own advice
"follow your muthaf*ckin dreams until those
Visions come to life"
Till those diamonds glisten in the light
Remember they wouldn't listen to us right?
But I never had to sell my soul
To earn my right to these diamonds and gold
