[Intro]
\n(Hi, Crookid)
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\n[Chorus: Ted Park]
\nDiamonds dancing like Jay Park
\nNo pretty boy, but I break hearts
\nMy shooters don't miss, they don't play darts
\nMy bros with the shits, they gon' take part
\nBig body whip, they be riding for me
\nI won't let my brother die in the streets
\nI'm the one that these bitches be dying to me
\nI hit it once, then she iron the sheets, she grinding her teeth
\nHe might have drip, but me and that boy, we not the same
\nI heard that boy was a lame
\nI'm on my path, they be riding and switching in lanes
\nToo many switching for fame
\nShe thicky-thick, watch her switch when she walk in that denim
\nI forgot if it's Gucci or Wang
\nGripping a spark, hope you come with that flame
\nI don't feel shit and we smile through the pain
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\n[Verse 1: Jay Park]
\nDiamonds be dancing like me
\nWe passing out food in the streets
\nDonations on donations
\nCan't see my brothers suffering I don't want them to bleed
\nYoung OG I paved the way
\nLook out for the youngin's can't say I hid game
\nBlew up got money and fame
\nCame back to my city we litty I’ll show em the way
\nFuck clout gimme a big bag
\nPockets too fat fuck a diet never slim fast
\nTo many fake friends fuck they bitch ass
\nMe against you in whichever way you put it that's gonna be a mismatch
\nLet em hate let em doubt
\nR.I.P. niño I see you resting above the clouds
\nYellow boys hella proud
\nReally give you something to be xenophobic about
\nWe lead this Asian movement
\nBut it's black lives matter till' we see significant change
\nNorth side, Atlanta, Madison, Wisconsin, Seattle
\nAll the way to motherfuckin' Seoul
\nWe keep it motherfuckin' official
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\n[Chorus: Ted Park]
\nDiamonds dancing like Jay Park
\nNo pretty boy, but I break hearts
\nMy shooters don't miss, they don't play darts
\nMy bros with the shits, they gon' take part
\nBig body whip, they be riding for me
\nI won't let my brother die in the streets
\nI'm the one that these bitches be dying to me
\nI hit it once, then she iron the sheets, she grinding her teeth
\nHe might have drip, but me and that boy, we not the same
\nI heard that boy was a lame
\nI'm on my path, they be riding and switching in lanes
\nToo many switching for fame
\nShe thicky-thick, watch her switch when she walk in that denim
\nI forgot if it's Gucci or Wang
\nGripping a spark, hope you come with that flame
\nI don't feel shit and we smile through the pain
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\n[Verse 2: Ted Park]
\nI heard them boys tryna ball, but they're spraining their shit
\nI told coach put me in the game
\nI'm tryna win like I'm Mike, go and get me a chip
\nGet the guap without hitting a stain
\nChips with the guac, lately been eating a lot
\nBack then, had no cash for buffet
\nMy teacher said I'd work for minimum wage
\nI make more than that bitch when I jump on a stage
\nPack of the runts, bro ship the packs every month
\nPray it touch down in the state
\nShe smoking the wood, she want the bat not a bunt
\nTouching base I make a triple play
\nMake sure we all good, I ain't never gonna leave my mans
\nTake an L, bounce back, never leave no plans
\nBeen through hell, looking back when I had no bands
\nNow look, I'm the man
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\n[Chorus: Ted Park]
\nDiamonds dancing like Jay Park
\nNo pretty boy, but I break hearts
\nMy shooters don't miss, they don't play darts
\nMy bros with the shits, they gon' take part
\nBig body whip, they be riding for me
\nI won't let my brother die in the streets
\nI'm the one that these bitches be dying to me
\nI hit it once, then she iron the sheets, she grinding her teeth
\nHe might have drip, but me and that boy, we not the same
\nI heard that boy was a lame
\nI'm on my path, they be riding and switching in lanes
\nToo many switching for fame
\nShe thicky-thick, watch her switch when she walk in that denim
\nI forgot if it's Gucci or Wang
\nGripping a spark, hope you come with that flame
\nI don't feel shit and we smile through the pain
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\n[Verse 3: Parlay Pass]
\nThe pleasure and pain (Woah)
\nYou could never relate (No)
\nI always had grams (Wait)
\nNow they mention my name
\nFuck all the fame and the clout
\nI need to get my mama a new house
\nFamily depend on me, can't let 'em down
\nFree all my bros out the pen, let 'em out (Free my dog)
\nOne day, came a long way from that subway
\nEating so good like a buffet
\nBad lil' bitch and her butt fake (Yeah)
\nShe is a dancer
\nFucking with trappers and scammers (Ayy)
\nWelcome to Atlanta
\nPay 1k, got a young shooter like Trae
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\n[Chorus: Ted Park]
\nDiamonds dancing like Jay Park
\nNo pretty boy, but I break hearts
\nMy shooters don't miss, they don't play darts
\nMy bros with the shits, they gon' take part
\nBig body whip, they be riding for me
\nI won't let my brother die in the streets
\nI'm the one that these bitches be dying to me
\nI hit it once, then she iron the sheets, she grinding her teeth
\nHe might have drip, but me and that boy, we not the same
\nI heard that boy was a lame
\nI'm on my path, they be riding and switching in lanes
\nToo many switching for fame
\nShe thicky-thick, watch her switch when she walk in that denim
\nI forgot if it's Gucci or Wang
\nGripping a spark, hope you come with that flame
\nI don't feel shit and we smile through the pain\n\n
