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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Armani White
Armani White
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Enoch Armani Tolbert
Enoch Armani Tolbert
Composer
Myron Reese Jr
Myron Reese Jr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Armani White
Armani White
Recording Engineer
Merlaku Ra
Merlaku Ra
Producer
Don' Groove
Don' Groove
Recording Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Harrison Holmes
Harrison Holmes
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Kurt Bradley
Kurt Bradley
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Made it out the hood, now I'm just visiting my mama
Make a couple mill, get her a crib in the Bahamas
What I'm on, fly public airplane, private island
With some young **** under my wing, I'm Diamond Dallas, a diamond
[Verse 2]
Top of the morning
Stop by my block, that's on top of my touring
Five thousand Dock guys to cop my performance
Shawty mark the orders, call my pluggy on the cordless
Where I'm from, ****?
Straight Westside where I get it in at
I might up a red dot up on the Citizen app
If I double park the ride, it's not a ticket attached
If she fucking up the vibe, she gotta sit in the back, 'cause I
[Verse 3]
Made it out the hood, now I'm just visiting my mama
Make a couple mill, get her a crib in the Bahamas
What I'm on, fly public airplane, private island
With some young **** under my wing, I'm Diamond Dallas, a diamond
Rough out my cut I grew fine in
Ballin' with my brothers like I'm 'Yannis, that's a promise
I'm the big black Bane
Sixpack, chain the wrist, ain't no miss
See the swish, that's game
[Verse 4]
One eye open, I don't trust these bitches
I'm only one flight over, I could bus these bitches
I'm on the run with it
I'm in every city in a new hood
**** Gary Biddy like the New Suge
New Year, same friends, it's a balance
New crib, same block, it's surveillance
New VIP, same sectioned off place
And if them alphabet suppress I kept this weapon off waste like blow
[Verse 5]
Pack it up
Stay touring
Wrap it up
Late morning (Ay)
[Verse 6]
Dickie Khakis on your neighbor, this ain't State Farm
Bitch next door, you slam you gon' pay for it
Tesla on my charger plug, checkin' on my foster
I thought cuz was tryna finesse me, ain't no way this watch can cost that much
I text my dawg to sharpen up
That Jackal landed, they carved him up
The true shit don't get bars enough
Them viewings ain't apartment hunts
It's partial luck, made it up out this bitch and got my guns quick
Got youngins who gon' dump shit wondering how I run shit (Well)
[Verse 7]
I fought a lot of **** at the functions
If I could do it all again, I woulda jumped 'em
Sparking off assumptions, let's start with the facts
Some **** said they didn't like me, now they caught in the act
You on the 'Gram, that's your bitch so you bought her a bag
I bought a bag for all them bitches you just saw in the ads
I doubled advance a lot, cannot, can't knock
A comma like it's nonchalant
My profit, I could pocket half a parking lot and hold on
Blank check, my bank keep tabs on my statements
I just copped a villa for the month, this shit like Drake crib
I can't fuck with bitches who like steak red, I'm basic or racist
I still ain't throw no white flag on no beefing shit
Lil' Brenda got the cheapest crib, my condo up the street from it
The lease four and a baby and we keepin' it (Bars)
[Verse 8]
Made it out the hood, now I'm just visiting my mama
Make a couple mill, get her a crib in the Bahamas
What I'm on, fly public airplane, private island
With some young **** under my wing, I'm Diamond Dallas, a diamond
Rough out my cut I grew fine in
Ballin' with my brothers like I'm 'Yannis, that's a promise
I'm the big black Bane
Sixpack, chain the wrist, ain't no miss
See the swish, that's game
Written by: Enoch Armani Tolbert, Myron Reese Jr
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