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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Vocals
Landstrip Chip
Landstrip Chip
Vocals
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
OG Parker
OG Parker
Programming
Romano
Romano
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
Terrance Williams
Terrance Williams
Songwriter
Dominique Bryant-Jones
Dominique Bryant-Jones
Songwriter
Jordan Holt-May
Jordan Holt-May
Songwriter
Terrence Thronton
Terrence Thronton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Romano
Romano
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Romano) (OG Parker) Sippin' all this drank make it hard for me to think Diamonds on my chain just to cover up this pain (yeah) If I ain't have a thing, would you still treat me the same? (Huh?) Gotta charge it to the game They would stab me in my back every time if I would let 'em Heart cold, so I went rose gold diamonds on my bezel Ain't never get mad, just went up another level Yeah, I've been dancing with the devil Watch 'em flock when you having your way They say love get you killed, gotta die anyway Thugs got feelings too, had to stand in the rain I'm disguisin' the pain, traumatized from the game Yeah, elevators going straight to the penthouse You gon' see the same faces when you comin' down I put some money to the side for a big house I told my mama, "I don't never wanna see you frown" I've been spendin' time alone 'cause these niggas clowns And these hoes hands out, ain't got shit to give 'em I do everything they ask, how am I the villain? Weight was placed on my back, I was forced to lift it Weight was placed on my back, I was forced to lift it I still pull 'em in when it's scorchin', nigga Gotta pray for my soul 'cause it's torture, really Still sippin' drank 'cause my pain runnin' deep Sippin' all this drank make it hard for me to think Diamonds on my chain just to cover up this pain (yeah) If I ain't have a thing, would you still treat me the same? (Huh?) Gotta charge it to the game They would stab me in my back every time if I would let 'em Heart cold, so I went rose gold diamonds on my bezel Ain't never get mad, just went up another level Yeah, I've been dancing with the devil She hop in every flight, she fuckin' who she want Take the words out your mouth just before it leave your tongue Bottega from her purse to her pumps Heart eyes every first of the month Sugar daddy, she call me honey bun Papercuts, had to mummy wrap my thumbs It's no fun when the rabbit got the gun Hundred carats and my Uzi weighs a ton Baby, you can't use him when his money flowing fluid And he's into prostitution See, I buy Birkins, so my drive-bys worth it And I'm gon' spend it 'cause I'm not perfect So share my world and tell me what's these purchases When you've been the wave and them bricks still surfin' it? Detroit niggas claimin' turf again Me and Babyface Ray cookin' work again, gone Sippin' all this drank make it hard for me to think Diamonds on my chain just to cover up this pain (yeah) If I ain't have a thing, would you still treat me the same? (Huh?) Gotta charge it to the game They would stab me in my back every time if I would let 'em Heart cold, so I went rose gold diamonds on my bezel Ain't never get mad, just went up another level Yeah, I've been dancing with the devil
Writer(s): Terrence Thornton, Joshua Parker, Jordan Holt-may, Terence Williams, Keanu Dean Torres, Marcellus Register, Fabio Aguillarr, Dominique Bryant Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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