Dear Diary
Yeh! Yeh!
Yeh! Yeh! Yeh! Yeah!
Dear diary
I've got something special to set in
I spat in the book 'n' don't want to repair it
Niggas just cut me so I'm coaching my sailing ship
I'm now in a gang that neva betray me
I hop in his wife I feel like it's mah baby
I Ain't fuck with the family
Never see friendship
Real ties with my Nina my mom and the benjamines
Roll a Mercedes
I was in the doubt 'til my boy Jerry
He put me on the scene, now my shit is so wavy
Don't care bout no love, bitches just play
I stay in the roof, errrday medicated
I roll with the niggas
I roll with the Mexicans
Black tatted up, they neva could jail me
Thuggin' then hustlin' then balling so fuck 'em
I promised my mom get mills to my salary
Yo!
Rather get dough on the pouch
Rather get speed on a horse
Fire on my records I spit like a thug
Walk out the door well dressed like a boss
Also Yo!
Started my shit from a hole
Started my crimes at home
Fuck! I was young when I started in love with a hoe
Was really sad when I saw her on porn, I was broke
Yeah!
Still Got dirt on the K's on my pouch
Yeah! Yeah!
I Ain't Fuck with my word
Yeah! Yeah!
I won't stop till I see lotta cheese on my work
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Still Got dirt on the K's on my pouch
Yeah! Yeah!
I Ain't Fuck with my word
Yeah! Yeah!
I won't stop till I see lotta cheese on my work
You know what it is nigga
Is the real life real man
Real niggas living thru the shit
And now moving real quick from the D to the A, you know...
Rest in peace to mah niggas from the Team
Whassup D'
Whassup J'
Whassup my niggas in prison
Its the street life nigga
Yeah! Yeah!
Dirt on my dough
Yeah! Yeah!
Speed on the horse
Yeah! Yeah!
Gold on my nose
Yeah! Yeah!
I walk with no hoes
Yeah! Yeah!
Dirt on my dough
Yeah! Yeah!
Speed on the horse
Yeah! Yeah!
Gold on my nose
Yeah! Yeah!
I walk with no hoes
Yeah! Yeah!
Dirt on my dough
Speed on the horse
Gold on my nose
Smoke till I'm numb
I fuck with no hoes
My heart on a box
High score on the board
My name on the top
Roll with no dumbs
I'm coaching the boat
Can fly like a hawk
Can eat like a plump
Can fuck like a dolph'
I work like I'm broke
Now I can see lotta greens on the pouch
And IDGAF
Yeh! Yeh! Yeh! Yeah!
Dear diary
I've got something special to set in
I spat in the book 'n' don't want to repair it
Niggas just cut me so I'm coaching my sailing ship
I'm now in a gang that neva betray me
I hop in his wife I feel like it's mah baby
I Ain't fuck with the family
Never see friendship
Real ties with my Nina my mom and the benjamines
Roll a Mercedes
I was in the doubt 'til my boy Jerry
He put me on the scene, now my shit is so wavy
Don't care bout no love, bitches just play
I stay in the roof, errrday medicated
I roll with the niggas
I roll with the Mexicans
Black tatted up, they neva could jail me
Thuggin' then hustlin' then balling so fuck 'em
I promised my mom get mills to my salary
Yo!
Rather get dough on the pouch
Rather get speed on a horse
Fire on my records I spit like a thug
Walk out the door well dressed like a boss
Also Yo!
Started my shit from a hole
Started my crimes at home
Fuck! I was young when I started in love with a hoe
Was really sad when I saw her on porn, I was broke
Yeah!
Still Got dirt on the K's on my pouch
Yeah! Yeah!
I Ain't Fuck with my word
Yeah! Yeah!
I won't stop till I see lotta cheese on my work
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Still Got dirt on the K's on my pouch
Yeah! Yeah!
I Ain't Fuck with my word
Yeah! Yeah!
I won't stop till I see lotta cheese on my work
You know what it is nigga
Is the real life real man
Real niggas living thru the shit
And now moving real quick from the D to the A, you know...
Rest in peace to mah niggas from the Team
Whassup D'
Whassup J'
Whassup my niggas in prison
Its the street life nigga
Yeah! Yeah!
Dirt on my dough
Yeah! Yeah!
Speed on the horse
Yeah! Yeah!
Gold on my nose
Yeah! Yeah!
I walk with no hoes
Yeah! Yeah!
Dirt on my dough
Yeah! Yeah!
Speed on the horse
Yeah! Yeah!
Gold on my nose
Yeah! Yeah!
I walk with no hoes
Yeah! Yeah!
Dirt on my dough
Speed on the horse
Gold on my nose
Smoke till I'm numb
I fuck with no hoes
My heart on a box
High score on the board
My name on the top
Roll with no dumbs
I'm coaching the boat
Can fly like a hawk
Can eat like a plump
Can fuck like a dolph'
I work like I'm broke
Now I can see lotta greens on the pouch
And IDGAF
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