Diamonds Lyrics by Conway the Machine
(Feat. Roc Marciano)
Con— Con— Con— Con—
Put the flash on ’em
Agh (Conductor, brrt, agh)
I started ***’ with the pot, I made more (Made more)
Made more (Made more), I made more (I got my bag up)
When I started ***’ with the pot, I made more
I made more, I made way more (Way more)
I needa get a *** dropped? I paid more (Brrt, grrt)
I paid more, I paid more (Gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah)
Shooters spin the block and hit his top, he made sure (Gah-gah-gah)
He made sure (Made sure), he made sure (Uh)
The ‘caine pure (The ‘caine pure), the chain water
Spit in the face of a *** daughter that I slaughtered
Went from bricks in the water to openin’ brick and mortars
*** wanna speak to my plug, he gotta cross the border (Hahaha)
You know where I was brought up (Yeah)
We can go body for body, we spray out the corner
Yeah, we can go shawty for shawty, we made it the sauna
Knocked the baby out the walker (Woo)
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout dogs when a stray caught ya
Long coat with the blade, baby doll, I’m the day walker
When all faith is lost ”cause I’m prayin’ on you
Every *** with that D-W catch E (The drummer)
That boy pants is in sync, I got it off the backstreets
Yeah, made him sing like Teddy Riley in Blackstreet, no diggity
Niggas copyin’ my steeze, want my shine, but it’s no biggie to me (Ayy, man)
We real hustlers, my man mom’s a ***
Found out she stole his bundle and smoked it, the *** snuffed her
It’s a dirty game, we play with crew shooters ’cause we ain’t have no jumper (Bricks)
Left off the pump, made him jump like Iman Shumpert, *** the dumb ***
Put the silencer on my ***, I had to muzzle it (Ha)
Duck when the feds caught a new case, might get another ten
Buck you in your head, made you buck your [?]
Got two sticks in the whip like the Doublemint twins, but, no gum in this *** (Agh)
Move like some modern day Carlito (Some ***)
I torpedo to the top of the game without a gold single
Somewhere in Italy, I’m pourin’ Vino
I ain’t worried ’bout that tough ***, even Craig knocked out that boy Deebo
*** ran his mouth but I don’t do too much talkin’
My goons in Detroit are strippers jewels, take his bucks off him
Grease him for a bag like eggrolls with the duck sauces
Squeeze him with this pole, his head exploded, I get a rush off it (I get a rush off it)
Right, he, he threw the rock
He tried to m— my sister, but, he almost hit me ’bout that much away from me
Now, show what she had hit me with that rock
I would pick up the rock right next to me and hit him right there in his face
They always says niggas is doin’ everything
We— They always say we’re doin’ everything, right?
We don’t— we didn’t— every time the white people come down black—
We don’t push ’em out their neighborhood and throw rocks and start hittin’ ’em
We don’t bother the white people around our neighborhood
But, when we get in the white neighborhood, they
They just push us out (Treat us like we’re dogs)
Yeah
Everybody with us, they treat us like we’re nothing
You know, like we’re a piece of dirt, dogs
I mean that’s the way you treat an animal
I mean, God, we’re human beings