Dope Boy's Diary

Yeah, nothing bigger than the Umbrella, yeah, yeah Just gotta feel me nigga (perfect) It's Tory! (Cannon) Told my bitch I love her she ain't say it back My heart I can't play with that Fuck it that's that, and we made it that Running through the trap to find my re-up, tryna make it back BM tripping out, just tryna cop my son his favorite snacks Love from the crips, bloods, and GD's Scamming out the bank I made like fifty thou' on TD In the trap my homeboys' my heart, but shit I gotta move greedy Got a budget for the lawyer in case I lose with this PD (perfect) 'Cause we tryna get more than rich, fuck the fame and all the glitz My bitch ain't had tits, so I bought her tits I'm a little older so I mold her 'til I taught the bitch Boy, I would have sworn that she was loyal 'til I caught the bitch I won't trust a soul It's just me and my pole playing position on that road Watching jack boys close, guns closer than the sirens See if them boys try me, bitch, I'm opening the fire Catching bodies like Corona and the virus, nigga Weed bought the Rolex, crack bought the bustdown Trapping did a home run, scamming did a touchdown Thinking 'bout my son now, know I gotta stay alive 'Cause I done let him down like four times and I can't make it five Cops from a naked eye, watching in a foreign But we moving neat the DA can't grant him no warrants (perfect) The bird man with me like Wayne in New Orleans Raining and pouring, raging, and warring Probably lost my bitch to a athlete Fuck it, I might pull up with another bitch, mad fleet I remember Crystal dem told me I was mad weak From that day I never let another bitch embarrass me (perfect) I had to wear the same drawers Going out for weeks, a nigga stank, but this shit paid off Flexing like I owned the rental nigga had to play it off Hoes I put this dick off in they hole just like I'm playing golf Anytime I ran up outta work I sold 'em drywall I was broke and threw it on the scale 'cause I can't eyeball Homie I just came from being homeless that's a sidebar That's why with this rap shit I be focused, can't take time off Boy, I'm not a killer, but don't push me that's on my mama Got my killers out there swimming in the deep end Before you knew that nigga drowned 'cause he was deep in Score board, bitch, we playing on the defense My little niggas catching bodies every weekend My little shooter made the movie with the sequence Play with us and we gon' turn that nigga pretense In the foreign picked him up from out the precinct 'Cause he gon' still put in that pressure 'til the beef ends I wanna cheat but I'll probably kill her if she cheat on me Homicidal thoughts don't mix with G's homie Plus I be with G's homie, stick hot like 98 degrees homie Trigger finger itchy like some fleas on me Sleeping on my nigga's sofa, sleeping on the floor I couldn't even tell a bitch come over Now its all Dior all on my body, like my melatonin Niggas took the stand, I can't believe them boys was telling on me Street shit is hella phony, yeah Look in my eyes, you see I'm dodging all the demons Came a long way, from swiping fraud cards at all the Neiman's (perfect) I was plotting and scheming, popping bad beaners Shit, I thought it then dreamed it, turned it to reality This your fatality Killing any nigga saying they got the same style as me I'm the only rapper saying shit with no apology Pull up, you could holla B Your favorite rapper shit, just ain't as hot as me, Tory, aye (perfect) Spitting fire in the booth, Forgiato tires on the coupe OG's looking at me like they inspired to be me when I aspired to be you It's crazy but it's true, damn Yeah, 90310 are running shit, you know what's going on, nigga Big U, big Umbrella