Diamante En Bruto

They’re just rats
No more crumbs, don’t cry
Scene full of actors
Imitators
I got stuck in her pussy
Kids are missing the real deal

And I know I won’t die
Without you remembering my name, man
The CV Jeepers did it again
Even if they ignore me 100
Millions are waiting for me
Bitches, I know that

I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond

I didn’t care
When they called me short-handed
Got plenty of skill, got the talent
I’m a warrior like Miguel Arcángel, killing demons, praying to my God
A diamond shines on its own
Clear that fog from my path

With my fingers, I count the real ones
My homies are underrated
This hustle doesn’t work for them
Drop me a beat to trap them
I’m way too high, fully tatted, and I don’t see you

Oh, what a joke
The beat’s my cellmate
Psychedelia with the neon lights
I’m the CEO
I trust no one
If I’m like this, man, that’s my deal
My crew shows up, and they look at us ugly
With that rum, I got ugly
We’re all locked up for a hit
But they can’t mess with me

None of them believed
But I’m a young fighter
My dreams fly like a plane
Pure hustle made me a monster
My music, a gold mine
Murder
Saving the damn movement
I’m mourning for their vision
They want the fruits without the work
My compass never loses its way

Everyone talks shit, talks bad about me
Some time ago, I believed in an end
But I demanded to never give up
Now my heart knows where to go

I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, Maracay
The Jeepers Creepers is coming around
They hit the street and realized their mom’s not on the track
Cool mind, my crew’s icy
Like Travis Scott, I say all right
They think they’re rappers, but their music stinks, throw in some spice

I assure you they’ll believe us
When we’re out of this hemisphere

They can’t reach
This flow
They hear you
In your dome
They won’t silence
My sound
They’re just copies
Pure illusion

Your reserve is out
So clear, bitches, there’s no stop
Saying things they never did
That’s why they pay for numbers
A puppet guides you to another
Fired lexical bullets
I have the key to success

Your reserve is out
So clear, bitches, there’s no stop
Saying things they never did
That’s why they pay for numbers
A puppet guides you to another
Fired lexical bullets
I have the key to success

The hood wants to see me break
But envy wants to see me fall
They don’t want good for me, but they won’t be able to
They won’t be able
They won’t be able

I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond
I’m a rough diamond