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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Diamonds [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
BJ Beatz
BJ Beatz
Programming
DJ Swift
DJ Swift
Programming
Mook
Mook
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Jamal Russell
Brandon Jamal Russell
Songwriter
Brayon Nelson
Brayon Nelson
Songwriter
Damion Williams
Damion Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Khris James
Khris James
Mixing Engineer
BJ Beatz
BJ Beatz
Producer
DJ Swift
DJ Swift
Producer
Mook
Mook
Producer

Lyrics

BJ on the beat, boy (Goddamn, BJ with another one) These niggas ain't seen me when I jumped out They just seen all these diamonds I hope I motivate your soul Fuck who ain't feelin' me, ain't no gettin' rid of me My money long, life should be balanced once I'm gone Makin' sure it don't stop This life of a young hard knock I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now I wish my grandmother could see me now 'Cause I say I'm that nigga now And I ain't talkin' 'bout no runnin' the block I remember times that I would cry and you would tell me to stop You knew the times when I was high just from the look in my eye I know that you the main reason that I'm shinin' right now I say the hood still the same See Nicky old house, start thinkin' 'bout Lil Dave I look next door and I don't see Miss Annie-May I can't be standin' out here too long 'fore we start hearin' them K's I'ma turn the page He say he know where, I say they in there We gon' go around the back and we gon' burn this bitch up For them to take what we done earned, they gotta burn our wrist up Patek on Audemar, Rolex on Hublot, bitch, watch how it glist' up Yeah, we rollin' four-deep in the streets and we be sticked up You keep stuntin' in front them hoes And get your stupid ass sticked up Oh, well, to all them niggas took a shot and fuckin' missed us Thankin' God for my shooter, I'm so thankful he don't miss nothin' Heart race at night, hold me tight If they catch you cold, then you pay my price I say my prayers to be safe, money make up for a kite To DDawg, I hope he fine, 'cause he ain't call last night Makin' sure it don't stop This life of a young hard knock I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now I wish my grandmother could see me now Makin' sure it don't stop This life of a young hard knock I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now I wish my grandmother could see me now I say confess, tell the truth 'bout everything I know And I promised to place you deep inside, right there where my pain is Fuck my feels, come and tell me how I really feel Hey, fuck that fast money, tell me where you wanna live Overdose off shine Came from the back as a lost man I'm in love with you and I can't hide it My chest got an ice box inside it Yeah, I sent them slimes to send them shots out the coupe You might say I fucked up 'cause they came back ridin' But then we spinned again, like back-to-back You pussy bitch, you spinned again then we double-back And that's that, boy These niggas ain't seen me when I jumped out They just seen all these diamonds I hope I motivate your soul Fuck who ain't feelin' me, ain't no gettin' rid of me My money long, life should be balanced once I'm gone Makin' sure it don't stop This life of a young hard knock I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now I wish my grandmother could see me now He say he know where, I say they in there We gon' go around the back and we gon' burn this bitch up For them to take what we done earned, they gotta burn our wrist up Patek on Audemar, Rolex on here, bitch, watch how it glist' up Yeah, we rollin' four-deep in the streets and we be sticked up You keep stuntin' in front them hoes And get your stupid ass sticked up Oh, well, to all them niggas took a shot and fuckin' missed us Thankin' God for my shooter, I'm so thankful he don't miss nothin'
Writer(s): Brandon Russell, Damion Williams, Brayon S. Nelson, Kentrell Gaulden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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