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Diary o a hustler,
Don't believe this hustling, this nigga bluffing
Look him in his eyes, the 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 to blow, volcanic eruption
This new fix so fake ass better break fast
Because this fool ain't like an Egg
He ain't the only nigga f*ckin' that shit he
this hommie ain't the only d*ck she's sucking
I his wife, but I take it life,
Cause she barely take the pipe,
She me I need a d*ck reduction
I'm so official, I let her blow the
Then send her home to you so she can you
That shit
Niggas friending they street pimping
I take women to the telly and get them jumping like 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 of rap niggas acting though
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 pump insulin, bitch I'm not
But you a sweety, you got
So you easily coulda' died, you're sugar
I rap a verse if that don't work, cook a pie
Or try to make a dollar bill Miley pills
Even though I know that somebody will probably
I'ma sill weight like a nigga that body-builds
And everybody's real, but they say they trigga'
But I taught niggas snow 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 a damn order
The next I solve gonna cross the state border
You ain't seen the shit I seen
It's a big between getting a man slaughtered and manslaughter
And you don't want them goons kidnapping your daughter
your damn son up, if the money don't come up
I'm trying to come up, so I'm running
from when the sun goes down till the sun come up
That Miley Cris who's f*cking my damn up
And the that I'm puffin, f*cking my damn lung up
But don't compare me to these damn young that ain't done much
After we ass, I what they pop as
I'm your old head, you show respect to me
Definitely for I you pussies a hysterectomy
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 f with me
pop your ass, but I don't mean sexually,
Cause my trigger finger like it got an STD
All my is dumb,
You niggas pussy, I put a hole in you, make your period
I still shit, say a lot of hot shit
I got hits, I just ain't poppin cause I ain't got
Shit, I bricks, I can't give you stock tips
But I can show you how to cut like a locksmith
Pot whip and go to the block with bagged up
Make the junkies grab up to make your add up
I wouldn't say I have bad luck,
But bad things could happen to good dudes bad stuff
But I never been shot or got up
And even when I ain't had much I was still up
But you can't judge a by its cover
why I put together the diary of a hustler
you can't, you can't a book by its cover
That's why I ṗut the diary of a hustler
I've been in this game for
But I'm feeling better ever
I'm in a whole-never bag now
I'm cocky with my shit
Cause I know ain't fucking with me
I'll produce this track and I just tore 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 what I'm rapping,
Lawcity family is in the
Philly pistol is in the building
out to my nigga Bishop
Shout out to my nigga Chubby Jack
Shout out to my Eeyore Ap
And Shout out to all the real in the street that got respect for a nigga like me
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