Shackles to Diamonds

(Al Geno on the track)

I was havin′ bad dreams, way before the fame, way before the leanThem youngins go cop .223s, and Jordan's, 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 nigga
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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga lose they life for
They ain't never tell a nigga ballin′ come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga
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 Jordan's, until they matchin′
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds

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