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Diary o a hustler,
believe this nigga hustling, this nigga bluffing
Look him in his eyes, the only time he cooking pies is in the oven
He a born liar, I'm on like the piff I'm puffin'
I'm high, so I'm about to blow, eruption
This new fix so fake ass better break fast
this fool ain't like an Egg Mc'Muffin
He ain't the only nigga f*ckin' that he coughing
this hommie d*ck ain't the only she's sucking
I shrieked his wife, but I it life,
Cause she barely take the pipe,
She told me I need a d*ck
I'm so official, I let her the whistle
send her home to you so she can kiss you
That shit
Niggas friending like they street
I take women to the telly and get jumping like they Blake Griffin
I'm on point like Chris Paul, when she taste the ace on crystal, she cut like a jigsaw
The kid ball so you mad as
But I let the air at your afro, give you a Cassie cut
I'm tired of rap niggas acting
Yup, I'm rapping, I've been acting up I came out of my daddy's nuts
I'm on my grain, I do not
Too much adrenaline, my heart insulin, bitch I'm not sweet
But you a sweety, you got
So you easily coulda' died, you're sugar
I rap a verse if don't work, I'ma cook a pie
Or try to make a dollar bill Miley pills
Even though I know that will probably squeal
I'ma sill push weight like a that body-builds
And everybody's real, but they say trigga' blow
But I taught them niggas high
How I catch them the body
If a prick say he don't snitch, he probably will
Snitching on my click will probably get killed
For
I'm placing a damn
The state I solve gonna cross the state border
You ain't seen the that I seen
It's a big difference getting a man slaughtered and manslaughter
And you don't want them goons kidnapping your damn
Tying damn son up, if the money don't come up
I'm trying to up, so I'm running around
from when the sun goes till the f*cking sun come up
That Cris who's f*cking my damn song up
And the dutch that I'm puffin, my damn lung up
But compare me to these damn young bucks that ain't done much
After we ass, I what they pop as
I'm old head, you better show respect to me
Definitely for I give you pussies a
Hey, yo, none of these rap niggas can with me
Them is my sons, I'm about to get a vasectomy
is my specialty,
Eversince I my ABCs, MCs couldn't f with me
I'll pop ass, but I don't mean sexually,
Cause my trigger finger itching it got an STD
All my is dumb,
You niggas pussy, I put a hole in you, make your period
I still part shit, say a lot of hot
I got hits, I just ain't poppin cause I got sweets
Shit, I chop bricks, I give you stock tips
But I can show you how to cut keys like a
Pot whip and go to the block rock bagged up
Make the junkies grab up to make money add up
Y'all I wouldn't say I bad luck,
But bad things could happen to good dudes bad stuff
But I been shot or got stabbed up
And when I ain't had much I was still swagged up
But you can't a book by its cover
That's why I put together the diary of a
you can't, you can't judge a by its cover
That's why I ṗut together the diary of a
been in this game for years
But I'm better than ever
I'm in a whole-never bag now
I'm real with my shit
Cause I know niggas ain't with me
I'll this track and I just tore that f*ck apart
Y'all niggas better me the respect I deserve
Or I smack the shit out of one of you man
You already know I'm rapping,
Lawcity family is in the
Philly pistol is in the building
Shout out to my Bishop
Shout out to my nigga Chubby Swag
Shout out to my Eeyore Ap
And Shout out to all the real goons in the that got respect for a nigga like me
The diary of a