A Rapper's Diary

Just trying give niggas
Give these rap niggas
A seminar
Connected to the plug
Got money
Connected to the plug
Got money
Connected to the plug
Got money
Rubbing on my son head
I gave him a kiss too
Clutching on a pistol
Had to cut a chick lose
Had to cut my dawg off
He acting like chick too
Acting like a ShiTzu
I only want the pit bull
Always have my phone off
Please don't kill my vibe
That got me thrown off
Tell em not to play
Cause I'm the wrong one
Tell em not to play
I tried to warn em
I'm on one
Why you play with me
Why you so aggressive
That's the way to be
And you ain't got to wonder
If it stay with me
They want the smoke
They gone get zipped
On they way to sleep
A musician in the kitchen
How he play the key
Got it in the head lock
When I play the streets
And I don't need no admission
I done payed my fee
Shout out to my haters
Cause I missed em
I'm a real deal stepper
Ain't no victim
Everybody got a time
But I pick one
And they tried to run they play
Til I blitzed em
Seen these niggas true color
When they switched up
These lil niggas
Think they tough
Cause they clicked up
I can press a button
Get you clinched up
Tequila dropped
Inside a cup
It ain't mixed up
They think that
I'm talking crazy
I talk big stuff
Put my arm
Inside a apple
Got my wrist stuck
Diamonds glowing
On my skin like I rinsed up
Anybody want a problem
Tell em get some
Ain't no center mass
Nah we gon head shot em
On 22nd
On the set
Like I had
Red bottoms
My daddy gone
Guess that's better
Than the feds got em
My grandma gone
Guess that's better
Than feds got her
I put em on
And then they act like
I ain't care bout em
I'm hearing
How these nigga talking
I ain't worried bout em
You must be crazy nigga
Cayman Islands
On the beach
With my lady nigga
In the middle of the ocean
Like we made it nigga
They still bringing me
My cake
Happy belated nigga
Problems make a man
It don't make a quitter
Saying that you swear to God
It don't make you realer
Put some niggas on yo block
Like a Jamaican thriller
My lil cousin cracking cards
Tell em make a fill up
Came through
Black Beatle
Like I'm Rae Sremmurd
Wearing Nike sweat suits
Cause I hate diem
Shake the dice
Give em a kiss
I got faith in em
And a nigga like me
You ain't replacing em
She a party starter
I was taking care of her
Like I got a daughter
Ain't got no daughter
Kicked her out
Like the party shot up
A Rasta man long hair
I'm a top shotta
And you got
You a new man
But you ain't got Dolla
Now you trying tell me
What you not part of
And them niggas on yo line
But I'm not one of em
Put some hoes on the road
Had to rest stop em
Had to offer up
Some guidance
Get the best out em
Got the money
And the power
And respect out em
Got the money
And the power
And finesse out em
Never hear
My son say
That I don't
Care bout em
Mental words
On the page
And I'm tearing out em
Like that
Give these rap niggas
A seminar
Connected to the plug
Got money
Connected to the plug
Got money
Connected to the plug
Got money
Give these rap niggas
A seminar
Connected to the plug
Got money
Connected to the plug
Got money
Connected to the plug
Got money
Now I'm feeling charged
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
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