Letras
Too much shine...
Too much rot.
Dust on diamonds, blood on bills
She move like lust but the room stay still
Fake love wrapped in Louis code
I built this crown outta druglord mold
Dust on diamonds, I choke on light
Every win feel wrong at night
Dark stay clean in the velvet mist
I cash my soul with an ice-cold twist
Ten missed calls, but I sleep with chrome
No trust left in this glass-built throne
She arch like profit, I sin like kings
Every bounce she do got cartel rings
Mirror cracked, my face look new
Pain in gold, still money blew
No priest here, just smoke and gain
She dance like debt, I float through pain
I never prayed for mercy
I only paid in weight
Dust on diamonds, blood on bills
She move like lust but the room stay still
Fake love wrapped in Louis code
I built this crown outta druglord mold
Dust on diamonds, I choke on light
Every win feel wrong at night
Dark stay clean in the velvet mist
I cash my soul with an ice-cold twist
Ghost in fur, my past in flame
She grip that pole with a holy name
Money rain, but it smell like war
I lose myself in every score
She bend like sin, I deal like law
My world got rich, but lost its raw
One more bag, one more lie
I drown in bounce while the angels die
No love.
Just liquid silence.
Dust on diamonds, blood on bills
She move like lust but the room stay still
Fake love wrapped in Louis code
I built this crown outta druglord mold
Dust on diamonds, I choke on light
Every win feel wrong at night
Dark stay clean in the velvet mist
I cash my soul with an ice-cold twist
No heaven.
Just habits.