March Off - Diamond District

This for the cities we reside in

When we ride you hear that pounding

Victory is in our voices ya’ll

That is our culture they exploit huh

Been a long time ya’ll

'Till we cross that finish line ya’ll

I’m committed, I’m committed

I’m committed to this life that I’m living

Ain’t no use in quitting, this the only one i got

So Imma make the best of it, like a compilation disc is

This is, the motion of a march, Bonaparte

My soldiers know that it’s cold, but we enlisted

No foams on my feet, but there’s Go-go in my drums

So you already know that where I’m from, don’t be dumb

And we 'gon make you understand our language like the British

Go head with all that, young, and nice slim vicious

That’s what the city whisper in my ear when I come visit

I could kick it, and the area I’m from ain’t nothing different

Because my people know that when I travel, I’m just marching on a mission

To introduce to the globe, that we the gifted

Exquisite at this rap, so cover me in paper

I’m marching to the bank, my shoe box went into labor

I hope ya’ll (?)

(We gotta march on)

(I say we gotta march on)

This for the cities we reside in

(We gotta march on)

When we ride you hear that pounding

(I say we gotta march on)

Victory is in our voices ya’ll

(That's why we march on)

That is our culture they exploit huh

(I say we gotta march on)

Been a long time ya’ll

(We got to march on)

'Till we cross that finish line ya’ll

(Yea we gotta march on)

If this the last dance, check out my grand stance

We deep rooted, keep moving, spreading the brand

Cham-pion that freedom flow, We 'gon stampede 'em

Ask amigos how we go, they say the trios that (?)

Freshest they say, bless us with the presses like Smeagol

Tend to write regal, making a reboot

My rhyme book is a easel, and I’m spilling that acrylic over the page

Motivate, multiply, apologize, fold away

Every levee, every time I demonstrate, how we lift away

True you are who you are, but um, this is what you ain’t

A myth the day, can we forget the history

Loud enough to turn the mic up, and ain’t got shit to say

And thisa way, turn your full head thisa way

Attention span short, (?)

Nobody want to put in that work, yet they want to be bosses

If your taken what you’re given, then you’re living like corpses

Get rich, and put your picture in the portrait

Then tell who ever sent you, Diamond District is the fortress

We lighting torches, when we combining forces

Writing like the 63, 28 for office

Uh-

You got that chain you 'gon die for?

You got that Benz, you 'gon ride for it?

You the niggas I came down from the sky for?

That’s what God said nigga, it ain’t my fault

You got your gift, you 'gon make money with it?

You could go right, or left, breadwinner, or bummy nigga

You got your rights, you 'gon stand for 'em

No question on this side, 'cuz we (?)

I’mma say what’s needed on this platform

Trayvon died in the grass ya’ll

Jay late for (?), instead of (?) y’all

(?), god of war, preserved, to put the plaques on

2093 'till, like (?) waiting

Watch how we transcend over imitations

With no limitations, ya’ll perpetrating

We demonstrating, the long awaited

Oh you like that real shit up in your speakers?

If you riding down in Georgia nigga go to Rita’s

Oh I use to live on (?), that’s right after (?)

Grew up like, you in the field, or you on the bleachers

Uh!

You want your moms out the hood right?

Roaches crawling in, and out your good Nikes

Landlord saying dirty days

That was the (?) for my dirty ways

But when its all said, and done

There’s a special place where we from

Fuck the battles, we carry our shit to the sun

Destined to win, we are the ones