(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