[00:00.000] 作词 : Omavi Ammu Minder/Tristan JASMIN[00:00.005] 作曲 : Omavi Ammu Minder/Tristan JASMIN[00:00.011][Intro: MAVI][00:00.378]Yeah, each diamond my— uh[00:01.480][00:02.026][Verse 1: MAVI][00:02.573]Yeah, each diamond my pick like I'm minin' obsidian[00:04.511]Glitter refract in a path non-Euclidean[00:06.448]300 black out like Gideon[00:07.778]Brass out the semi, Marimba when kissing the street[00:09.902]Upholstery pickin’ all vintage the eames[00:11.823]Decompressin', T7, I'm resting my feet[00:13.713]Margiela, the replicas, less than a G[00:15.573]'Bout the best I could flex far as regular things[00:17.433]Cuban link custom, I'm stubborn, adjusting the CAD[00:19.885]350-plus for a pad, they won't even give me a mortgage[00:22.667]I made 750 in a month and a buck in the last[00:25.060]Put April in Louboutin, Karen staring[00:26.917]Manager Rolex shoppin' way in Paris[00:28.794]The heir apparent, when the fare for transit was financed by grants[00:31.183]I was scanning, planning[00:32.339]First time in Saks, I was scamming[00:33.730]My second time back, I was crammin' the bands in my pants[00:36.199]First time we linked, she was sparing[00:37.526]The second time we made ensnarements, prepared for the trends[00:39.933]At 15, I knew that by 25, I'd be a millionaire, never compare me to them[00:43.652]Mixin' the Creed, the Delphinus with Mind Game Vieri, I smell like black pepper and sin[00:47.105]Ancestors carried me in[00:49.067]My mother knew as much, the way she grew me up[00:50.989]My name should be an expletive[00:52.318]Heretics regret it, threw it up, the times they shooed me hush[00:54.786]To move without a weapon, death wish[00:56.442]I'm just being prudent, it would not behoove me[00:58.334]She's leaping off the bed, exorcism style, it’s not a movie[01:01.052]I'm inside her tubing and then I'm streaming live[01:03.254]Hit the stage, every person that I lost breathe alive[01:05.912]You should keep inside, 'fore you ever miss speak and then have to see the guys[01:09.364]Me and Z was seaside, piña colada[01:11.239]I could see a life grow beneath his eyes[01:13.160]He could be the livelihood or be a lie[01:15.113]Either way, he's still gon' be my guy[01:15.754][01:16.379][Chorus: MAVI][01:16.926]I remembered how to read a book[01:19.051]Forgot how to write a hook[01:20.645]At the typewriter with my sugar[01:22.004]She done made a fighter pilot out a crook[01:24.458]I remembered how to read a book[01:26.316]Forgot how to write a hook[01:27.988]At the typewriter with my sugar[01:29.645]She done made a fighter pilot out a crook[01:30.177][01:30.739][Verse 2: Kenny Mason][01:31.614]Yeah, deep in the den of the thieves[01:33.254]The balance of give and receive can slip into greed[01:35.738]I try to stay in the center, turn my mistakes into literature, sinners agree[01:39.520]Caught in the grip of a queen, I had to conquer the castle before I could leave[01:43.504]My cousin was cooking for fiends, they booked him before I could read[01:47.004]First time in Saks, I was scamming[01:48.348]Next time in Saks, I was scamming, but not by necessity[01:50.519]Ain't get no recipe handed[01:52.144]Ain't no one next to me, famish, I'm spending unhealthily[01:54.269]Twin got telepathy[01:55.644]Don't gotta send him a letter, he's spinning like Jeopardy[01:58.129]I'm lacking empathy[01:59.505]Oh, how romantic, the sound of a murderous symphony[02:01.895]No crime, win if—[02:03.254]Currently coast-side, in the currents of Italy[02:05.661]Both eyes get immersed in the imagery[02:07.254]Bro died, but I'm certain he here with me[02:09.707]Predicting a cataclysm, .440 cals in the Sprinter[02:12.363]I did the dash on the label[02:14.301]Before I asked for a favor, I asked for an issue[02:16.739]**** the camaraderie, the negative side of me rotten[02:19.395]I feel like they out for me[02:20.535]I don't indulge in the fruit that they offer me[02:22.660]Well, they take offense and try offer me[02:24.520]The darkness adopted me, diamonds that shine in the mouth, it was a part of the prophecy[02:28.285]They would have seen me as Socrates without these locs and that Glock on me[02:31.833]I mirror the madness of men, I'm getting more cash then I spend[02:34.816]I'm spendin' more cash then you gettin'[02:36.675]You losin' value the more you compare me to them[02:39.394]Don't you ever compare me to them, they was under-prepared in the end[02:42.848]I was bred in the violence of poverty, I would die 'fore I feel it again[02:43.691][02:45.598][Chorus: Kenny Mason][02:46.176]I remember how to be a crook, forgot how to read a book[02:50.004]At the mic talking to my granny, I know she in heaven listening to the hook[02:53.722]I remember how to be a crook, forgot how to read a book[02:57.488]At the mic talking to my granny, I know she in heaven listening to the hook[03:00.942]Hold up