Rapsody, Faouzia - Dust To Diamonds Lyrics

I, I keep on turning dust to diamonds
I'll make sure that this rust keeps shining
No matter the price I pay (talk that talk)
And I, I'll get back up and keep on fighting
I'll be the one to ride the lighting (yeah)
Through all the pressure and the pain
I turn dust to diamonds

Turned a quarter to a quarter milli' (yeah)
Went from dark days in the black (talk)
I ain't Lauryn Hill but still the path I took was hella hilly (right)
A queen within her palace
Every stone you threw, look what it built me
This for every baller that you court, I hope you look to Billie
Jean King, my gloves swing, I made 'em see stars and thrillers
Laila Ali, ran the track like Flo Jo, nail me to the crosses
X Games, Kelly Clark's, pipe down, made 'em do it
Arenas scream, "Serena", this like Jesus music
Never seen nobody body like she bodied with that body, Jesus Christ
Counting all the crosses, Diana Taurasi, hella nice
Veins filled wit hella ice, so why I need the jewelry? (Why?)
I put a spin on everything, yeah, I'm Kristi Yamaguchi
I turned dust into diamonds and turned diamonds just like dot
I'm richer, son, but not enough, they still try to sock her price
And never foot the bill, though we've defeated that twice
Times twice, four on Abbey Road, this is what it feel like, sucker

I, I keep on turning dust to diamonds
I'll make sure that this rust keeps shining
No matter the price I pay
And I, I'll get back up and keep on fighting
I'll be the one to ride the lighting
Through all the pressure and the pain
I turn dust to diamonds

Gimme my bread and put the ham on
Hammon, this ain't the Spur of the moment (yeah)
I get my Hamm on, M-I-A, my jam on
A heat check, like Allyson Felix (come on)
Gimme respect, screaming we next
Osaka Naomi, the pressure was on me
Made diamonds outta Roc checks
A boss flex, Cunningham
My cunning ham, I waited
Remember all the roads that they gated
I skated, you should join her just like Jackie do
Whatever occur, see it through and up the checks
Asked for equally pay and they dug less (yeah)
Douglas Gabby Simone (uh)
Only ones we respect on floors
Their routines are not like yours
We ride waves, they used oars
Stick and stones don't break bones
Diamonds coming out my pores, we ain't poor (yeah)
We complex like diamonds (diamonds)
We got next, these bodies ain't just objects
I object, can't judge me
I hold court like Sue Bird (Sue Bird)
So whoever needed the jewelry
Made diamonds outta two words, don't die, man
Just get yours

Be careful of those stones you're throwing
That's what keeps me going, going

I, I keep on turning dust to diamonds
I'll make sure that this rust keeps shining
No matter the price I pay
And I, I'll get back up and keep on fighting
I'll be the one to ride the lighting
Through all the pressure and the pain
I turn dust to diamonds

I turn dust to diamonds