Ghetto Diary
How the fuck I'm 'posed to think
If this bitch is on my mind
How the fuck I heal from pain
When everybody 'round me dying
All my niggas getting shot
I'm on the phone with Courtney crying
I been smoking away my stress and you can I see it in my eyes
They gave my nigga 15 'cause he took somebody's baby
I been thinking if that was me
Who in the hell would come to save me
All them boxing moves Sam taught me
When I fight I'm going crazy
Open up my ghetto diary, start filling in the pages
Bitch my mama out the mud
She from Roselawn, you better check it
Can't be mad about her son
If he a thug you gotta respect it
That's forever my OG
She taught me game like she be coaching
If a nigga step in yo way, you beat his ass
That's what she told him
Ion ever go to church but still I find somehow to pray
Traumatized from that funeral
I can't forget my nigga's face
That's my nigga in that box, I'm begging God to give him back
If not just point to that opp that took his life and ima blast
And I can't ever seem to figure out
What makes my niggas happy
We grew up in these streets
And none of us ain't no have daddy
Screaming R.I.P Big Boo, that's like my pops I wish I had him
I was sleeping on that floor
With Lil' Booka, you couldn't imagine
Now we out here on our own
I'm tryna keep him from turning savage
I been floating off this doja so I can get escape the madness
Ain't no food inside the crib
It's only right I make shit happen
Teach my brother to be a man
'Cause I can't have my baby lacking
How the fuck I'm 'posed to think
If this bitch is on my mind
How the fuck I heal from pain
When everybody 'round me dying
All my niggas getting shot
I'm on the phone with Courtney crying
I been smoking away my stress and you can I see it in my eyes
They gave my nigga 15 'cause he took somebody's baby
I been thinking if that was me
Who in the hell would come to save me
All them boxing moves Sam taught me
When I fight I'm going crazy
Open up my ghetto diary, start filling in the pages
Bitch I'll write until my hands bleed
Show you where I'm from
First blunt I ever smoked with Booka
Was some Kush called Bubblegum
Breaking in houses with Lil' Sam
We know it's wrong but it was fun
Inhaling all this pressure 'til the smoke conceals my lungs
I function off a pill or two
Prescriber's mostly preapproved
The shit you see in me nigga, is the shit I'd rather see in you
I struggle from depression
It don't help if my mama got it to
Ion wanna cut you off 'cause that's normally what my father do
My nigga knows I'm the reason he got a set up for a zip
So if he come around here squeezing
I guess it is what it is
Tell my auntie that I love her
And I won't let 'em take her child
It's gon be a fucking horror scene if they think I'm going out
How the fuck I'm 'posed to think
If this bitch is on my mind
How the fuck I heal from pain
When everybody 'round me dying
All my niggas getting shot
I'm on the phone with Courtney crying
I been smoking away my stress and you can I see it in my eyes
They gave my nigga 15 'cause he took somebody's baby
I been thinking if that was me
Who in the hell would come to save me
All them boxing moves Sam taught me
When I fight I'm going crazy
Open up my ghetto diary, start filling in the pages
If this bitch is on my mind
How the fuck I heal from pain
When everybody 'round me dying
All my niggas getting shot
I'm on the phone with Courtney crying
I been smoking away my stress and you can I see it in my eyes
They gave my nigga 15 'cause he took somebody's baby
I been thinking if that was me
Who in the hell would come to save me
All them boxing moves Sam taught me
When I fight I'm going crazy
Open up my ghetto diary, start filling in the pages
Bitch my mama out the mud
She from Roselawn, you better check it
Can't be mad about her son
If he a thug you gotta respect it
That's forever my OG
She taught me game like she be coaching
If a nigga step in yo way, you beat his ass
That's what she told him
Ion ever go to church but still I find somehow to pray
Traumatized from that funeral
I can't forget my nigga's face
That's my nigga in that box, I'm begging God to give him back
If not just point to that opp that took his life and ima blast
And I can't ever seem to figure out
What makes my niggas happy
We grew up in these streets
And none of us ain't no have daddy
Screaming R.I.P Big Boo, that's like my pops I wish I had him
I was sleeping on that floor
With Lil' Booka, you couldn't imagine
Now we out here on our own
I'm tryna keep him from turning savage
I been floating off this doja so I can get escape the madness
Ain't no food inside the crib
It's only right I make shit happen
Teach my brother to be a man
'Cause I can't have my baby lacking
How the fuck I'm 'posed to think
If this bitch is on my mind
How the fuck I heal from pain
When everybody 'round me dying
All my niggas getting shot
I'm on the phone with Courtney crying
I been smoking away my stress and you can I see it in my eyes
They gave my nigga 15 'cause he took somebody's baby
I been thinking if that was me
Who in the hell would come to save me
All them boxing moves Sam taught me
When I fight I'm going crazy
Open up my ghetto diary, start filling in the pages
Bitch I'll write until my hands bleed
Show you where I'm from
First blunt I ever smoked with Booka
Was some Kush called Bubblegum
Breaking in houses with Lil' Sam
We know it's wrong but it was fun
Inhaling all this pressure 'til the smoke conceals my lungs
I function off a pill or two
Prescriber's mostly preapproved
The shit you see in me nigga, is the shit I'd rather see in you
I struggle from depression
It don't help if my mama got it to
Ion wanna cut you off 'cause that's normally what my father do
My nigga knows I'm the reason he got a set up for a zip
So if he come around here squeezing
I guess it is what it is
Tell my auntie that I love her
And I won't let 'em take her child
It's gon be a fucking horror scene if they think I'm going out
How the fuck I'm 'posed to think
If this bitch is on my mind
How the fuck I heal from pain
When everybody 'round me dying
All my niggas getting shot
I'm on the phone with Courtney crying
I been smoking away my stress and you can I see it in my eyes
They gave my nigga 15 'cause he took somebody's baby
I been thinking if that was me
Who in the hell would come to save me
All them boxing moves Sam taught me
When I fight I'm going crazy
Open up my ghetto diary, start filling in the pages
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Writer(s): Amir Powell
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