text: Tryna figure out my dreams
  Cuz I dont really feel like dreaming anymore
  Tryna figure out my dreams
  Cuz I dont really feel like dreaming anymore
  I cant even lie I want the diamonds and gold
  Diamonds and gold, x16
  Uh, stories of a Prima donna
  But when your broke that dream is common
  Where I’m from we don’t see designer,
  Where I’m from we just see dishonor
  Where I’m from I don’t see my momma
  That bitch left me like Halleys Comet
  Cant look in my daddys face
  The streets came in and took his place
  Sometimes I dont wanna wake up
  Cant see past my bitches make-up
  I heard that boy done sold his soul
  For the price of them diamonds and gold
  It’s hard to dream when you aint sleepin right
  My fuckin nostrils look like poltergeists
   I miss going to rock at open mics hoping that I got noticed by labels and blow up over night
  Never happened but passion led me like Holy Christ
  Good intentions just Breaking Bad like I’m Walter White,
  I owe my life to my own advice
  follow your muthafuckin dreams until those visions come to life
  Till those diamonds glisten in the light, 
  Remember they wouldnt listen to us right?
  But I never had to sell my soul
  To earn my right to these diamonds and gold