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Diamonds And Gold Lyrics - Top Of The Line - Rittz

I guess them pretty blue skies up in Gwinnett County got a disguise 

I guess your eyes see us on that map and make you think we ain't a trap 

But I'm from that North, N-A-W-F 

North Atlanta, we for real 

 

85 north of Atlanta, home of the Gwinnett County Braves 

Out-of-towners looking out of place 'round here 

Think it's sweet and disappear without a trace 

Cops on the dash see the plates out of state 

Apartment complex got a gate but it ain't - 

Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made 

You'll get robbed by somebody underage 

We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's 

We don't use words like "hella" or "the bomb" 

So many celebs that live in Gwinnett 

Tryna say Downtown when they tell you where they from 

Me, I'm from the 'burbs, never had much, I'm - 

White boy in black Hollywood representing Slum 

Yeah, I got long hair, I ain't ZZ Top 

I got diamonds on my pinky ring and diamonds on my charm 

I'm incredible like Burt Wonderstone 

Hurts when its done 

Wanna battle me and you'll get murked one-on-one 

We ain't on no battle rap 

We used to rap about our habitat and all the work that we done 

Camaro convertible, turbo, we're there with the purple 

We stand in a circle and puff 

Got these bitches they go twerking and sucking 

If you ain't got 'em fucking then you probably ain't assertive enough 

Make your girl have a crush and I'm far from a heartthrob 

Middle finger up saying fuck Paul Blart 

Cops got the K9 in the car lot 

Someone just got shot up at the Marriott courtyard 

Sitting in the car shot 

People scheming to get Lamborghini money 

They ain't tryna drive a Dodge Dart 

Drug deal gone bad up at Wal-Mart 

Better pay attention when you're pitching in the ballpark 

Cause 

 

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These streets can be misleading, and this one thing I know 

Don't come around here flexin', I suggest you slow your roll 

Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold 

They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold 

Everybody want some diamonds and gold 

And I'm dying for your diamonds and gold 

 

I know in Georgia, shit ain't peachy, so fuck what you've been told 

Cause when this shit get greezy, we've been known to go for broke 

Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold 

They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold 

Everybody want some diamonds and gold 

And I'm dying for your diamonds and gold 

Woah 

 

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From a middle class neighborhood 

From '94-'05, I was up in Eagle Point then 

A lot of people wasn't born here 

Moving in and out, never know who the neighbor next door is 

Drug dealers tryna build clientele 

So they telling everybody they got it, that shit was short-lived 

Jack boys get work, kick your door in 

Talk to you on the phone, pistol-whip your girlfriend 

Hit a lick for four grand, now they got some cash to fly 

In high school, used lame kids to practice on 

I made 'em empty out their pockets 

Other kids dreaming of being astronauts 

We were scheming to make a profit 

The gun that's underneath the mattress drawn 

Make it a chance of living half as long 

A lot of homies from the past is gone 

You wanna play games? Better train for the triathlon 

Cause ain't no games round here, ho 

We ain't in no dorm room playing beer pong 

Homies never made it into the millennium 

Never forget 'em should've tattooed tears for 'em 

Adam got a life sentence, he in Dooly State Prison 

Send him money, if he need me then I'm here for him 

We done smoked so much weed, smoking weed ain't shit 

Doing any hard drugs we could get our hands on 

Man Darren, he was clean, started fucking with that meth again 

It wouldn't be GC without Mexicans 

Claiming turf, gang signs spray painted on the picket fence 

They gotta represent what set they in 

Back in the day it was Breckinridge, Crescent Lake 

Sweetwater, Saratoga, and The Falls just to name a few 

So watch the lane you choose, and who you bragging to 

Cause you gon' end up getting robbed in the North 

 

These streets can be misleading, and this one thing I know 

Don't come around here flexin', I suggest you slow your roll 

Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold 

They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold 

Everybody want some diamonds and gold 

And I'm dying for your diamonds and gold 

 

I know in Georgia, shit ain't peachy, so fuck what you've been told 

Cause when this shit get greezy, we've been known to go for broke 

Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold 

They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold 

Everybody want some diamonds and gold 

And I'm dying for your diamonds and gold 

Woah 

 

We got a young nigga playing with that dope again 

I'm in the kitchen on that Adderall, focusing 

I'm on the road, doing shows, with some hoes again 

I hit the gas a couple times, then I hold it in 

I'm in the street with the heat on the seat 

In case I bump into police or I run into my foes again 

Cause I hear them niggas tripping 'bout the flavor that I'm kicking 

And I'm down to start messing with the gold, you see 

I been breaking down pounds on them Lortab 10's 

On a bar and a half, and I'm going back in 

If you ever see a foreign car sliding on rims 

Up 85 North [?] that's him 

Just drive, I see him, I see him, I see him 

All black tint, nigga riding Nigerian 

All white paint, we gon' call it Siberian 

Loud pack on him, he ain't no librarian 

Up from Mexico City, that's that Norcross area 

Whole lot of killers gon' need a pole bearer 

Drinking on brown, got you feeling barbaric 

Still got a trap spot right on Harrington 

Still got a trap spot, trappin' on Jimmy 

I'ma dump the whole clip til it run empty 

And my license expired, tell Rittz to come get me 

We the only ones got a key to this city 

My lawyer's suppressing the evidence 

I had some dope in my residence 

I had some guns in my residence 

I would not tell on no Mexican, I would not tell on no Mexican! 

They can indict it, I'll fight it, I swear to that 

Shorty don't like me, I'm piping, I'm arrogant 

Gambino boss on the North and I carry it 

We got Mariah, you buying, I'm selling it 

Tell 'em Rittz 

 

These streets can be misleading, and this one thing I know 

Don't come around here flexin', I suggest you slow your roll 

Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold 

They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold 

Everybody want some diamonds and gold 

And I'm dying for your diamonds and gold 

 

I know in Georgia, shit ain't peachy, so fuck what you've been told 

Cause when this shit get greezy, we've been known to go for broke 

Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold 

They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold 

Everybody want some diamonds and gold 

And I'm dying for your diamonds and gold 

Woah 

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