Diamond Life

Tyga

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Chorus:
Diamond life
sugar baby we dynamite,
Playboys and socialites
young n flyy flyy flyy

1989
No pressure
but to the best
that's in my section
Levels of a professional
skip school
create my own lessons
Confessions
of a mad rapper
music's
got me wrapped up
Green strecthing
only leads
to red stretchers
He's next in line
for the blessing
get your mind off mine,
Hustle something
and stop relying on mine
molding a lesson
while u
letting time fly by

At age 17
addicted to ink
a rap fiend
who had money dreams
my taste of fame
couldn't compare
to what I'd seen
Them dying
government lying'
all for that paper cheese
Mom's cryin
watching her only son
through TV, MTV, BET
He on now
wipe me down
no longer
fighting thru the crowd
I control the crowd
how you like me now? Woww

Chorus:
Diamond life
sugar baby we dynamite
Playboys and socialites
young n flyy flyy flyy
(x2)

Back to the cold
motivational roads
No guidance
just violence
and probational homes
Thinking my hot
routes is all out
music gotta be my way out
Family gathered around
I gotta make 'em proud,
Pops propped
in the penitentiary
laid out
hoping his son
feel under
a different cloud
I'm speaking directly
into the crowd
nothing but personal
just thought you'd want
to know the person
Far from perfect
but nearly word perfect
Must be he rate him
on the scale
from one to me
Me equaling greatness
one equalling
every ten haters
The rest
couldn't make it due
to unlikely behavior,
So be patient or end up
the next patient
Emergency room, newspaper
the new rappers call 'em
straight actors
Music wise
they playing safety
and I'm shootin off safety
Aiming for greatness,

Chorus:
Diamond life
sugar baby we dynamite,
Playboys and socialites
young n flyy flyy flyy
(x2)

Now everybody wear
your game face (Dynamite)
Forget everybody
just do what he say
They wanna move like
they wanna be like,
you can do it just like
(x)

Chorus:
Diamond life
sugar baby we dynamite,
Playboys and socialites
young n flyy flyy flyy
(x2)

Cash stacking like tetris
his youthful efervesance
No army arsenals
I'm only secret weapon
Get the message
I'm getting C.R.E.A.M.
like a nestle,
Welcome
Compton's Armageddon

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