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letra de diamonds and gold - kuniva

[produced by mr. porter]

[intro: kuniva and kuniva (as rondell beene)]
young boy!
rondell!
what’s goin’ on with [?]?
chillin’, man, i’m chillin’, what’s up?
ahh, that’s what’s up, that’s what’s up
you look kinda shoat, man, why don’t you let me hold some’n?
i ain’t… i ain’t got no cash on me, dawg
aww, man, you a superstar, bud, what you talkin’ about?
superstar? n-gga, i ain’t got it, man
i don’t got no cash on me
i seen you on tv, man
that don’t mean sh-t, man
c’mon, give us some [?]
that don’t mean sh-t
i ain’t got it, n-gga
ah, c’mon, you a broke -ss [?], man
[?] you, motherf-cker

[pre-chorus: mr. porter]
spent most of my life in the trap bein’ grimy (oh yeah)
on the grind tryna stay out the county (oh, oh)
remember times when i ain’t had no money (oh yeah)
get brand now, this b-tch is all lonely (—y—y)

[chorus: mr. porter]
’cause underneath all the cars and clothes (cars and clothes)
the lights, the bling and those
all those diamonds and gold
underneath all the diamonds [?]
yeah

[verse 1: kuniva]
yeah
see, underneath all the diamonds and gold
and platinum hits, the glamour and glitz
yo, i live a real life and in my old neighbourhood
them hammers’ll spit so i keep a gat and a clip
now there’s chickens — they be all on my tip
i never knew i was this cute until a playa got him some grip (haha)
didn’t ever think that i was so handsome that i was worth fightin’ for (h-ll nah)
for gold diggin’, triflin’ broads (f-ck outta here)
now those old heads see me in the streets and they think that it’s all good (young blood! what’s up?)
they swear it’s only rhymes and beats (nah)
they don’t know about them nights where i’m deprived of sleep (‘sup)
checkin’ my back doors and windows and ridin’ with heat (yeah)
plus the n-ggas who have less (uh-huh), i’m lookin’ like somethin’ to eat (d-mn)
fresh meat on the yard — they want a piece of me (yo, who dat?)
but all they gonna get is these from me (bluh, bluh)
because no matter what, i’m still a man and every man needs money

[chorus: mr. porter]
’cause underneath all the cars and clothes (cars and clothes)
the lights, the bling and those
all those diamonds and gold
underneath all the diamonds [?]
yeah

[verse 2: kuniva and kuniva (as rondell beene)]
uh, see, way back when i was ridin’, a celebrity (uh)
far from the status of a celebrity (yep)
n0body sweated me (huh)
they didn’t give a d-mn about the moves i was makin’ or who i was gettin’ naked (nope)
but now, it’s a big deal and i ain’t even rich (nope)
but i can buy my son a big wheel and now they wanna switch (haha)
and they greet me with sarcasm like “money makin’ mitch!
let me hold some’n, homie!” the [?] of the game is this
so i try to keep it cordial and give a person respect (okay, okay)
but talk around somethin’ more than what’s around my neck
that’s why i love my dawgs who knew me from the jump (yeah)
and them ogs from the block who knew we wasn’t punks (what up?)
’cause they know this game is f-cked, not peaches and cream (nuh-uh)
it’s filled with fake n-ggas and b-tches, leeches and schemes (f’sho)
i still haven’t seen my dream (nope), i’m just a man still strugglin’ (yep)
don’t get fooled by that big screen, homie

[chorus: mr. porter]
’cause underneath all the cars and clothes (cars and clothes)
the lights, the bling and those
all those diamonds and gold
underneath all the diamonds [?]
yeah

[verse 3: kuniva]
i [?] have to say this (what?) ’cause i’m only half famous (uh-huh)
but everybody with a lil’ paper has haters (f’sho)
so i’ve been taught to shoot first and act later (blow)
’cause trust is a downfall of many of the greatest (yep)
groupies, i don’t trust ’em — truly i’m just [?]
that w-lly d — wherever i’m headin’, i got my boys (‘sup)
a lot comes with money and fame (yep)
people try to get a name by confronting you and sn-tchin’ your chain (d-mn)
and that’s word to saigon (what up?)
the streets think you soft when you cut the bullsh-t off and go turn the mic on (yeah)
i’m tryna be an icon (f’sho), i wanna see the cake (yep)
but when n-ggas try to eat it, i’m forced to get my ike on (uh)
a rowdy, rotty pipe on (uh) ’cause i’m tryna live (yeah)
you know what happened to indians when they tried to give (you already know)
this isn’t just a beat or a d-mn verse
this is real life and i’m a man first, just believe that

[chorus: mr. porter]
’cause underneath all the cars and clothes (cars and clothes)
the lights, the bling and those
all those diamonds and gold
underneath all the diamonds [?]
yeah

[outro: kuniva (as rondell beene)]
okay, okay, man
be like that, then, i don’t care
keep the money
who the h-ll is that singin’? sound like a sick parakeet or some’n

- kuniva

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