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Diary o a hustler,
Don't believe this nigga hustling, nigga bluffing
him in his eyes, the only time he cooking pies is in the kitchen oven
He a liar, I'm on fire like the piff I'm puffin'
I'm high, so I'm about to blow, volcanic
This new fix so it's fake ass break fast
Because this fool ain't like an Egg
He ain't the only nigga f*ckin' shit he coughing
this d*ck ain't the only d*ck she's sucking
I his wife, but I take it life,
she could barely take the pipe,
She told me I a d*ck reduction
I'm so official, I let her the whistle
send her home to you so she can kiss you
That shit
Niggas friending they street pimping
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 that crystal, she cut a jigsaw
The kid ball so you mad as
But I let the air blow at your afro, give you a cut
I'm tired of rap niggas acting
Yup, I'm rapping, I've been acting up since I came out of my daddy's
I'm on my grain, I do not
Too much adrenaline, my pump insulin, bitch I'm not sweet
But you a sweety, you got
So you easily coulda' died, you're high
I rap a verse if that don't work, I'ma a pie
Or try to make a dollar selling Miley pills
Even though I that somebody will probably squeal
I'ma sill weight like a nigga that body-builds
And everybody's real, but they say they trigga'
But I them niggas snow high
How I catch them the body
If a prick say that he don't snitch, he probably
Snitching on my will probably get somebody killed
For
I'm placing a damn
The next state I solve gonna the state border
You ain't seen the shit that I
It's a big difference between getting a man slaughtered and
And you don't want them kidnapping your damn daughter
Tying your damn son up, if the money come up
I'm trying to up, so I'm running around
when the sun goes down till the f*cking sun come up
That Cris who's f*cking my damn song up
And the dutch that I'm puffin, f*cking my damn up
But don't compare me to these damn bucks that ain't done much
we lock ass, I what they pop as
I'm your old head, you 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 learned my ABCs, MCs couldn't f me
I'll pop your ass, but I mean sexually,
Cause my trigger finger like it got an STD
All my is dumb,
You pussy, I put a hole in you, make 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 chop bricks, I can't give you tips
But I can you how to cut keys like a locksmith
Pot whip and go to the block with rock up
Make the junkies grab up to make money add up
Y'all I say I have bad luck,
But bad things happen to good dudes doing bad stuff
But I never shot or got stabbed up
And even I ain't had much I was still swagged up
But you can't judge a by its cover
why I put together the diary of a hustler
you can't, you judge a book by its cover
That's why I ṗut together the diary of a
I've been in this game for
But I'm feeling better than
I'm in a bag right now
I'm real cocky my shit
Cause I know niggas fucking with me
produce this track and I just tore that f*ck apart
Y'all niggas better me the respect I deserve
Or I smack the out of one of you niggas man
You already what I'm rapping,
Lawcity is in the building
Philly venge is in the building
Shout out to my Bishop
Shout out to my nigga Chubby Jack
out to my nigga Eeyore Ap
And Shout out to all the real in the street that got respect for a nigga like me
The of a hustler