Diary

My raps like a diary
I confide to beats
My thoughts that inside of me
It's like real getting obsolete
But Thank god I'm blessed
With real n qualities
My raps is an outlet
For depression
And Shell shock From hearing that smith And Wesson
My raps is an outlet
For when you stressing

Say yo remember That lick
Everything we touch was covered In roaches
And bro was in da fridge going through groceries
We got merchandise and fie
True story No lie
Time go by It fly
No bird watch
Ever since I was young
Been infatuated
With guns
Also Funds
In the presence of OG's
And ex-cons
Early age of 10
Discovered
Sex was fun
Lil mama talking nasty
She wanna wet the don
You betta check it son
Before you get cut like excessive lawn
Hottest thing alive
I could melt the sun
Do you agree?
Obviously Dey ain't fucking wit me
You can smell gasoline when I pee
It's a
Real n diary
Picasso couldn't Paint it better
Through whatever
Drastic weather
Difficult measures Still a come out Successful
In a city full of berettas
Money brings pleasure
It's dinero
The professor
Ima give it to you Real n rough
Wea I'm from make you real and tough
Of course
From these n I'm a different breed
Seriously they don't have my abilities
Is you kidding me?
Aye, who better?
Riddle me that
N know Where I'm lyrically at

My raps like a diary
I confide to beats
My thoughts that inside of me
It's like real getting obsolete
But Thank god I'm blessed
Wit real n qualities
My raps is an outlet
For depression
And shell shock From hearing that smith and Wesson
My raps is an outlet
For wen you stressing

Keep it 1k
Hopefully one day
I live lavish In l.a
Trees and Weed
With Tits and ass
Chick gets mad
She said she love me
Hit her wit Kawhi Lenard laugh
Nooo I don't hit and brag
Make u hit a split
Gymnastics fan
Tried romance
Wasn't ready to settle
But at times I do
Feel I need a boo
Streets waiting on me to drop w2's
And Ima get buckets
Can't double me, dude
What's all the ruckus
About a bunch of nothing
Revenue consumption
Utilize the money
Up and coming
Come from nothing
I won't see defeat
A real n diary
My raps like a diary
I confide to beats
My thoughts that inside of me
It's like real getting obsolete
But Thank god I'm blessed
Wit real n qualities
My raps is an outlet
For depression
And Shell shock From hearing that smith and Wesson
My raps is an outlet
For wHen you stressing



Credits
Writer(s): Keyshaun Johnson
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