Styles P - Diamond Life Lyrics

[Intro:]
I'm stupid dope, critical fresh
Can't even believe this shit
Diamond life, nigga
Ghost, let's go boo

[Hook:]
All I do is rhyme a lot
Pulling out pot from my diamond kennels and diamond socks
It's OG all day
Dutchies and bambles and raw cones, diamond ashtray
And I got on my diamond shirt
With my ice on, that's diamond work
Hollaback if you flyin' right
Yea homie, welcome to the diamond life

[Verse 1:]
I'm probly getting my rhymin' on
I've got my diamonds on, and my diamond on
And I probly got the shining on
Jack Nicholas, bring sun like Saint Nicholas
Give me a gift, I'll show you a gift to give
I light up the booth like Christmas lights
I could start up the printer like Vincent Price
What the f*ck you gonna hate for?
Cause I could rap the flow like a skate ride
Make the money hop like a bunny hop, BMX
I look at Cun Balk like DMX
Who wants to lay up in EMS
You should run like DMC
Kid 'bout to count on my TAT
Fly til we die, you never gonna know when death come
D block, diamond to the next one

[Hook:]
All I do is rhyme a lot
Pulling out pot from my diamond kennels and diamond socks
It's OG all day
Dutchies and bambles and raw cones, diamond ashtray
And I got on my diamond shirt
With my ice on, that's diamond work
Hollaback if you flyin' right
Yea homie, welcome to the diamond life

[Verse 2:]
Welcome, it's the OZ for SP
Hot top, diamond socks, low top SB
I smoke out cause I lounge out
Rap hop a cool when the pro tour's bounced out
Me and poos blowin' the ounce else
Take the amounts in and nigga tuck the blouse in
You mad cause I'm flowin' like a fountain
Spend millions on weed, ask my accountant
Overachiever, indicous attiva
Make you a believer, fresher than leaver
Nigga light the chibba
This is diamond life, throw your D's up
And you know it's D Block
No seats in it but it popped up
And you know I stay lip too
I miss flyin' down the supply
I wouldn't bullshit you

[Hook:]
All I do is rhyme a lot
Pulling out pot from my diamond kennels and diamond socks
It's OG all day
Dutchies and bambles and raw cones, diamond ashtray
And I got on my diamond shirt
With my ice on, that's diamond work
Hollaback if you flyin' right
Yea homie, welcome to the diamond life