Diary Of a Broke Nigga

[Verse 1]

Look inside the eyes of a broke nigga

See the stress on his face

Look at his heart, ain't no love in the place

What's on his mind?--murder, money and mayhem

If he don't see a dollar somebody visiting satan

He grabbed his gat from under the mattress, he cocked it back

Then grabbed his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat

Looked in the mirror said, "times is hard"

So hard that he got gray hair on his balls---pause

In the ghetto, you destined to fall

That's why it's a must that we ball

That's why he on the corner lurkin', waitin' for a mothafucka to slip

Soon as he see the chance, he takin' the risk

What should you do, when this nigga snatch you out of your whip

Empty out your pockets then snatch what's on your neck and your wrist---nothing!

Cuz when the gat in ya mouth, so speechless

Any false move and ya brains on the ce-ment

It gets gutter, when niggas starvin'

Niggas will run inside ya house, kill you on target--heartless

This is way beyond a cold thriller

This the diary of a broke nigga

[Hook]

Pump pump

Everybody lay down on the ground

Give me whatever you got right now

Pump pump

Everybody lay down on the floor

Give me whatever you got plus more

When times is hard and I'm prayin' for change

My funds is low when I need some change

Wop wop make sure you hide your goods when I come mista

Ya dealin' with the diary of a broke nigga

[Verse 2]

It's been a whole month he still ain't see no paper

Nigga losin' weight every time that he wake up

Plus, he tired of askin' niggas for favors

Cuz when they got mad they throw it back in his face

That's foul, flagrant this nigga been slavin'

In the spot all week still ain't see no paper that's fucked up

They say don't bite the hand that feeds you but if that hand don't feed you where would that leave you?

Now that the stress come

Can't turn back the hands of time

Got him thinkin' back on what he should've done

First thing on his mind now get a gun

Shit you gotta eat, and you got a son

And a daughter, now that's two mouths to feed

And that money seems far like miles to reach

But it's right there

But it's bright and cloudy

Life on the wrong road can't reroute it

Caught the nigga, and showed him what that heat will do

If you don't feed your wolves your wolves eat you

This is way beyond a cold thriller

This the diary of a broke nigga

[Hook]

Wop wop

Everybody lay down on the ground

Give me whatever you got right now

Wop wop

Everybody lay down on the floor

Give me whatever you got plus more

When times is hard and I'm prayin' for change

My funds is low when I need some change

Wop wop make sure you hide your goods when I come mista

Ya dealin' with the diary of a broke nigga