Текст: Lola Monroe. Art Of Motivation. Far Away.

Tell me what it takes to create a fuckin' diamond
Built within dirt yet beauty so timeless
Precious of the earth a nigg(?) who(?) gaze(?) is(?) spineless
My back bone is thick enough for your highness

Fit to be a queen sittin' on a fuckin' thrown
Prevail through shit that your mother wouldn't condone
Laid away pain that I couldn't even afford
And Imma half a way that I could never walk toward

L-l-l-look at me now don't I make you wanna bow
My past got flooded and I still couldn't drown
Peepin' all you clowns prayin' hard wit a frown
For my grind to die down

Like you wasn't around watchin' me grow from the ground
Ain't that petty of you ain't you posed to be proud
Don't you want me to make it and reach for the clouds
I guess the mu'fuckas closest be the ones to let you down

Uh-NaNa
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I always went hard for the ones I love
Now i think of what their's consist of
Loyalty a issue no matter how much love
Ain't no tellin' who he fishin' so you gotta use a glove


Once I'm in love there's no one else I think of
So I'd rather build a wall till I kno I can trust
I would rather just lust than ever make him a must
Just keep him on angel dust feenin' for more than a buss

Uh-NaNa
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Somebody gas her up her hustle way on E
I get high off my hustle like I stay on E
Look at all you bitches like you can't see me
Unless you flippin' though BET or a um-TV

I ain't tryna carry you but how you dare judge me
I will shit on your future like I bleed green tea
Watch her flip any doubts like I read up on a key
Uh Flipenry up Flipenry up my G

Why flip a G and spree play yourself like we
But you sensitive B's ya'll too sensitive for me
Now I don't cop keys i put life on these beats
These are cold metaphors that symbolize these streets