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Diary o a hustler,
Don't believe this nigga hustling, nigga bluffing
Look him in his eyes, the only time he cooking pies is in the kitchen
He a born liar, I'm on fire 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 that shit he coughing
this hommie d*ck ain't the only she's sucking
I his wife, but I take it life,
she could 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 pimping
I take to the telly and get them jumping like they Blake Griffin
I'm on point like Chris Paul, when she the ace on that crystal, she cut like a jigsaw
The kid so you mad as fuck
But I let the air blow at your afro, you a Cassie cut
I'm tired of rap niggas acting
Yup, I'm rapping, been acting up since I came out of my daddy's nuts
I'm on my grain, I do not
Too adrenaline, my heart pump insulin, bitch I'm not sweet
But you a sweety, you got
So you easily died, you're sugar high
I rap a verse if don't work, I'ma cook a pie
Or try to make a dollar bill selling pills
Even though I know that somebody probably squeal
I'ma sill push weight like a nigga body-builds
And everybody's real, but say they trigga' blow
But I them niggas snow high
How I them the body fill
If a prick say he don't snitch, he probably will
Snitching on my will probably get somebody killed
For
I'm placing a order
The next state I solve gonna cross the border
You ain't seen the shit that I
It's a big difference between a man slaughtered and manslaughter
And you don't want them goons kidnapping your damn
Tying your damn son up, if the don't come up
I'm trying to come up, so I'm running
from when the sun goes down the f*cking sun come up
That Miley who's f*cking my damn song up
And the dutch I'm puffin, f*cking my damn lung up
But don't compare me to these damn young bucks ain't done much
After we ass, I what they pop as
I'm your old head, you better show to me
Definitely for I give you a hysterectomy
Hey, yo, none of rap niggas can mess with me
Them is my sons, I'm about to get a vasectomy
is my specialty,
Eversince I learned my ABCs, MCs f with me
I'll pop your ass, but I don't sexually,
my trigger finger itching like it got an STD
All my is dumb,
You niggas pussy, I put a hole in you, your period come
I still shit, say a lot of hot shit
I got hits, I just ain't cause I ain't got sweets
Shit, I bricks, I can't give you stock tips
But I can show you how to cut like a locksmith
Pot and go to the block with rock bagged up
Make the grab up to make your money add up
Y'all I say I have bad luck,
But bad things could to good dudes doing bad stuff
But I never been shot or got up
And when I ain't had much I was still swagged up
But you can't judge a book by its
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 together the diary of a hustler
I've in this game for years
But I'm better than ever
I'm in a bag right now
I'm real cocky my shit
Cause I niggas ain't fucking with me
I'll produce track and I just tore that f*ck apart
Y'all niggas better show me the 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 venge is in the building
out to my nigga Bishop
Shout out to my Chubby Swag Jack
Shout out to my nigga Ap
And Shout out to all the real goons in the street that got for a nigga like me
The of a hustler