Artist: Rittz f/ Cheeto Gambine
Album:  Top of the Line
Song:   Diamonds and Gold
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Cheeto Gambine]
I guess them pretty blue skies up in Gwinnett County got a disguise
I guess your eyes see us on that map and make you think we ain't a trap
But I'm from that Nawf (hey Rittz) N-A-W-F (Rittz, we ready)
North Atlanta, we for real

[Rittz]
85 north of Atlanta
Home of the Gwinnett County Braves
Out-of-towners lookin out of place 'round here
Think it's sweet and disappear without a trace
Cops on the dash see the plates out of state
Apartment complex got a gate but it ain't
safe, tryna hustle 'round here, think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't use words like "hella" or "the bomb"
So many celebs that live in Gwinnett
tryna say downtown when they tell you where they from
Me I'm from the 'burbs, never had much on
White boy in black Hollywood representin Slum
Yeah I got long hair, I ain't ZZ Top
I got diamonds on my pinky ring and diamonds on my charm
I'm +Incredible+ like Burt Wonderstone, hurts when it's done
Wanna battle me and you'll get murked one-on-one
We ain't on no battle rap
We used to rap about our habitat and all the work that we done
Camaro convertible turbo, we flare up the purple
We stand in a circle and puff
Got these bitches they go twerkin and suckin
If you ain't got 'em fuckin then you probably ain't assertive enough
Make your girl have a crush and I'm far from a heartthrob
Middle finger up sayin fuck Paul Blart
Cops got the K9 in the car lot
Someone just got shot up at the Marriott courtyard
Sittin in the car shot
People schemin to get Lamborghini money, they ain't tryna drive a Dodge Dart
Drug deal gone bad up at Walmart
Better pay attention when you're pitchin in the ballpark
Cause

[Chorus: Rittz]
These streets can be misleading, and this one thing I know
Don't come around here flexin, I suggest you slow your roll
Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold, they gon' get you for your diamonds and gold
Everybody wants some diamonds and gold, and I'm dyin for your diamond and gold
I know in Georgia shit ain't peachy, so fuck what you've been told
Cause when this shit get greezy we've been known to go for broke
Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold, they gon' get you for your diamonds and gold
Everybody wants some diamonds and gold, and I'm dyin for your diamond and gold, whoa-ohh

[Rittz]
From a middle class neighborhood
From '94 to '05, I was up in Eagle Point then
A lot of people wasn't born here
Movin in and out, never know who the neighbor next door is
Drug dealers tryna build clientele
So they tellin everybody they got it, that shit was short-lived
Jack boys get word, kick your door in
Duct tape you on the floor and pistol-whip your girlfriend
Hit a lick for four grand, now they got some cash to flaunt
In high school used lame kids to practice on
I made 'em empty out their pockets
Other kids dreamin of bein astronauts
We were schemin to make a profit, the gun that's underneath the mattress drawn
Make it a chance of livin half as long
A lot of homies from the past is gone
You wanna play games? Better train for the triathlon
Cause ain't no games 'round here hoe
We ain't in no dorm room playin beer pong
Homies never made it into the millennium
Never forget 'em, sheddin tattoo tears for 'em
Adam got a life sentence, he in Dooly State Prison
Send him money, if he need me then I'm here for him
We done smoked so much weed, smokin weed ain't shit
Doin any hard drugs we could get our hands on
Man down, he was clean, started fuckin with that meth again
It wouldn't be G.C. without Mexicans
Claimin turf, gang signs spray painted on the picket fence
They gotta represent what set they in
Back in the day it was Breckinridge, Crescent Lake
Sweetwater, Saratoga and The Falls just to name a few
So watch the lane you choose and who you braggin to
Cause you gon' end up gettin robbed in the North
Ya-uh-yuh, ya-uh-yeah

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[Cheeto Gambine]
I got a young nigga playin with that dope again
I'm in the kitchen on that Adderall focusin
I'm on the road doin shows with some hoes again
I hit the gas a couple times then I hold it in
I'm in the street with the heat on the seat
case I bump into police or I run into my foes again
Cause I hear them niggaz trippin 'bout the flavor that I'm kickin
And I'm down to start messin with the gold, you see
I been breakin down pounds on them Lortab 10's
On a bar and a half and I'm goin back in
If you ever see a foreign car slidin on rims
Up 85 North, Nawf God, that's him
Just drive, I see him, I see him, I see him
All black tint, nigga ridin Nigerian
All white paint, we gon' call it Siberian
Loud pack on him, he ain't no librarian
Into Mexico City, that's that Norcross area
Whole lot of killers gon' need a pallbearer
Drinkin on brown got you feelin barbaric
Still got a trap spot right on Harrington
I still got a trap spot trappin on Jimmy
I'ma dump the whole clip 'til it run empty
And my license expired, tell Rittz to come get me
We the only ones got a key to this city
My lawyer's suppressin the evidence
I had some dope in my residence
I had some guns in my residence
I would not tell on no Mexican, I would not tell on no Mexican!
They can indict it, I'll fight it, I swear to that
Shorty don't like me, I'm pipin, I'm arrogant
Gambino boss on the North and I carry it
We got Mariah, you buyin, I'm sellin it, tell 'em Rittz

[Chorus]