They try to keep up, but the pace is too much
Every move I make got the city in clutch
Sweat on my skin, but it’s diamonds that shine
Every look in the mirror, see the heat in my eyes
They say, “how do you stay fly when it’s this hot?”
I say, “I don’t, I just make the block hot”
Every chain on my neck is a furnace of gold
Every step that I take got the story retold
Pressure make diamonds, I was built for the heat
Turn the coldest nights into tropical suites
Feet on the ground but my vision on Venus
They copy the style but the sauce undefeated
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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