[Intro: Cise Greeny]

Let's talk about record sales, how's the record doin'?

I know it's gotta be like half golden, you know it's goin' platinum

We doin' all good, we doin' our thing

On another stroll up

On another maneuver

Good garmentry, dark artistry

God Sound, Diamond Dallas, Greeny

718, if you know, you know

Right? Uh

We on it

Yeah, yeah (No one out there can fuck with me)

Ayo

[Verse 1: Cise Greeny & Mickey Diamond]

If it's a fair, then we can shoot it, only the real recruited (Recruited)

God Sound, this above makin' music

My intuition included, but the game was sold separately

I'm still bubblin' in any recession, my G

Polarguard, three dimensional (3D), diminish your sentinel

You fabricated the most, I couldn't half step with two left feet

Did the history without a cheat sheet

No repeats, just three-peats like Scott' Pipp'

Gore over my flesh, headed further west

Queens rap couldn't believe that I wrote it, overloaded

Keep a open mindstate, all I see is crime in the boroughs

Pick the right colors and caps (Yeah, I got you)

We even usin' the scraps, makin' art from scratch

Audio alchemy

Hell hath no fury with 'em, smoke a full tank out the balcony

Thought about it, chess move

Further my ideas then drop the next jewel (Word)

The saga continues

[Interlude: Cise Greeny & Mickey Diamond]

It ain't nothin' we are sounding, we don't be trippin' off that

You know, a lot of my peoples is with me

My peoples is havin' a good time

My moms is alright, my daughter alright, so

Another one (Uh)

What I wanted to know is, what

What were you doing when you first heard your song on the radio

And, how'd it make you feel? (Diamonds, No one out there can fuck with me)

[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond]

I feel my time gettin' closer, my mind like a sculpture

See the signs in the constellation, who rhyme better?

The crime veteran, after 9, I'm like Leatherman

Street confederate, spittin' like I got a speech impediment

The heaven-sent, implement time for prayer in my regiment

Layers when the weather switch, from mayor to the presidential

I used to battle kids in central, essential work (That's when the ego startin' in)

My brain dream of gold bars, toss hundred spoke rims on old cars

Toss one-way tickets home, for every soul lost

In good fortune, we blow shit out of proportion if our portion lookin' smaller than yours

It's all for the cost

Survivalist, always on my toes, that's podiatrist

Greeny always said, "You make the bed you gotta lie in it"

Fuck it, I'ma die in it (Diamonds)

Devil sell his soul and I ain't iron it, or buyin' it

My lady like a lioness

Chains get snatched like Guy Ritchie

Weed smoke got my eye twitchy

My guy drive a 550

Through the town like he Ben Affleck

Your last breath be the best one

My whole fam fly, we not The Jetsons

Best in my profession and I do it to perfection, yo

All I need is one mic

Partin' the clouds and we sheddin' sunlight

One life and it can be wonderful if it's done right

[Outro: Cise Greeny & Mickey Diamond]

I was at the chicken spot around my way

Me and my boys was hustlin'

And I heard the real hungry niggas

Good garmentry

DBS

God Sound