DMNDS lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aw, hell
What'd I do this time?
Did I make a movie with a groupie blonde? (Yes)
She can't accept that I'm way much cooler than a fan
She can't keep her cool around me, she's a fan
I tried to keep these but, your ass don't understand
What a joke?, sensitivity grows like a female mind (You a b*tch)
Damn, I'm so faded, I'm so faded at the moment I can't think straight (Alright, alright)
Had to pray so we get there safe (Swoop)
My n*ggas strapped everyday, everyday, everyday (Oh, Lord)
And them n*ggas ain't down so it could go either way, either way, either way, either way

[Post-Verse]
Don't do it, don't do it
Don't kill him, don't kill him
I ain't trying to see another dead n*gga
Don't do it, don't do it
Don't kill him, don't kill him
I ain't trying to see another dead n*gga
Don't do it, don't do it
Don't kill him, don't kill him
Everywhere I go, I see a dead, broke n*gga

[Chorus]
All this pressure, pressure, pressure making diamonds
I'm making diamonds
All this pressure, pressure, pressure making diamonds
I'm making diamonds
[Refrain]
Trapped in a n*gga moment
Oh, damn (Diamonds, I'm making diamonds)
I'm trapped in a n*gga moment
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Diamonds, I'm making diamonds)

[Verse 2]
You don't wanna go there n*gga yeah, 'cause your girl wanna f*ck with me
Bring your ass b*tch, I ain't tell him I had company but, it's calling me, f*ck me 'til I fall asleep
Even then, even then, you won't catch me slipping
Allstate, I'm in good hands while y'all n*ggas is tripping
The rap game got too much doo-doo
The rap game got too much voodoo
And I don't understand why all these n*ggas dress so fufu (Oh no)
Never will I wanna, just puffing marijuana (Nope)
Young jigga trying to get high
Young jigga trying to get by
Man, it's sick out here, everyday a n*gga lose his life
And everyday a dirty cop sleeping real good at night (Damn, doo-doo)
All I ever know is Karma's a b*tch when she write (Oh no, right?)
She don't f*ck with me no more 'cause she know I know how the game go
Don't do it, don't kill him
I tired of seeing all these dead, broke-ass n*ggas

[Chorus]
All this pressure, pressure, pressure making diamonds
I'm making diamonds
All this pressure, pressure, pressure making diamonds
I'm making diamonds
[Refrain]
Trapped in a n*gga moment
Oh, damn (Diamonds, I'm making diamonds)
I'm trapped in a n*gga moment
(Diamonds, I'm making diamonds)
Diamonds
Diamonds
Diamonds
Diamonds
Diamonds
Diamonds