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lirik lagu diamonds – archer

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im in a cocoon wrapped inside a psychological room, tryna understand the logics, b-tterfly out of a tomb/ a platoon of goons thats in a lyrical sense/ militant minds, spit shine shoes in rooms that’s dense/ dont step on my kicks b-tch, and watch ya drink, these kick ain’t silhouettes of 23 off the paint/ but even in the cheapest kicks, im up at night for the wait/ im camping out for my goals, to instagram my purchase/ get writers block like graffiti ’round the youth in the streets, chalking hopscotch columns and patterns beneath they feet/ rubber bands constrict stacks what i dream to conceive, im in a all black house, my lady sleep in the sheets/ i contemplated on the progress that i slowly achieve, its nothing new that we all marinate in these dreams/ manifest the m-ss picture, appet-te skinny n-gga/ even in the streak of losing, bare myself as a winner/ dont conceal my inner thoughst, i undress in the winter, mocha caramel body keep my hot when im in her/ dont affiliate my n-ggas with you filthy -ss n-ggas, bite the curb, stomp fangs when the venomous slither yeah (yeah)/ ill f-ck mona lisa’s picture, fornicate with the art, then reproduce little n-ggas/ we die to see through these dark nights, no m-ssacre matinees, all that sh-t that they fabricate, get clapped like a patty cake/ old n-ggas talk about the game and its better days, the time frame where n-ggas mind frames penetrated by a hating n-gga standing on the sideline dog, ironic, he had the b-lls to shoot the n-gga that balled/ i pray my mind state link in like pennies thats tossed by websurfers, surfing lyrical infinite waves/ false prophets, testimony of clinical ways, you ain’t sick, you a b-tch working minimal wage/ even if you’re on the corner with dilinquitive ways, i get paid everyday by the lord that i praise/ bad dame, big back like its notre dame, notice a strain in your face when you approaching my lane/ ive been gone for mad months and still over you lames, dropping jewels like jacob, bambatta for mines/ i dont know everything, but i know to define ways of helping a population they try to decline/ im still a young -ss n-gga learning how to survive, while your woman a soldier, missionary she fantasized/ put your love into pride, f-ck a friend in disguise, put your all in this life, shout out my brother semaj/ in a drought, anything in these streets is a mirage, to fulfill satisfaction in a fear that we starve/ young god, n-ggas are, exorcize on your thoughts, your own cultural force creating cultural holocaust/ so how you bounce back? bounce back from that that? p-ssy -ss n-ggas stuck on stupid like kat stacks/ found a lot of n-ggas faking, personality mapquest, the martyrs alliance, i rebel on this rap quest/ diamonds, i dont care for your rhyming, these n-ggas cashin’ out while making spiritual deposits/ you put two “e’s” in your definition of honest, these hoe -ss n-ggas got your soul in the closet/ (3x)hoe -ss n-ggas got your soul in the closet, hoe -ss n-ggas got your soul in the closet, hoe -ss n-ggas got your soul in the closet, these hoe -ss n-ggas got your soul in the closet…

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