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Dope Boy's Diary

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Dope Boy's Diary

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Yeah, nothin' bigger than the umbrella

Yeah, yeah (perfect)

Forever, you just gotta feel me, nigga

Lil 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

Runnin' through the trap to find my re-up, tryna make it back

Bm trippin', I'm just tryna cop my son his favorite snacks

Love from the crip, bloods, and gds

Scammin' out the bank, I made like fifty thou' on td

In this trap, my homeboys my heart, but shit, I gotta move greedy

Got a budget for the lawyer 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 lil' older, so I mold her 'til I taught the bitch

Boy, I woulda swore that she was loyal 'til I caught the bitch

I won't trust a soul, it's just me and my pole, playin' position

On that road, watchin' jackboys close

Gun closer than the sirens, see if them boys try me

Bitch, I'm openin' the fire, catchin' bodies like corona in the virus, nigga

Weed bought the Rolex, crack bought the bussdown

Trappin' did a home run, scammin' did a touchdown

Thinkin' '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, watchin' in a foreign

But we movin' neat, the da can't grant them no warrants (perfect)

The birdman with me like wayne in new orleans

Rainin' and pourin', ragin' and warin'

Prolly lost my bitch to an athlete

Fuck it, I'ma pull up with another bitch, mad fleek

I remember crystal done told me I was mad weak

From that day, I never let another bitch embarrass me (perfect)

I had to wear the same drawers

Goin' out for weeks, a nigga stank, but this shit paid off

Flexin' like I own the rental, nigga, I had to play it off

Hoes I put this dick off in they hole just like I'm playin' golf

Anytime I ran up out of work I sold 'em drywall

I was broke and threw it on the scale 'cause I can't eyeball

Homie, I just came from bein' 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

'Cause my killers out there swimmin' in the deep end

'Fore he knew that nigga drowned 'cause he was deep in

Scoreboard, bitch, you playin' on the defense

My lil' niggas catchin' bodies every weekend

My lil' 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, ayy

I wanna cheat but I'll prolly kill her if she cheat on me

Homicidal thoughts don't mix with gs on me

Plus I be with gs, homie, stick hot like ninety-eight degrees on me

Trigger finger itchy like some fleas on me

Sleepin' on my nigga sofa, sleepin' on the floor

I couldn't even tell a bitch: Come over

Now it's all dior all on my body like my melatonin

Niggas took the stand, I can't believe them boys were tellin' on me

Street shit is hella phony, yeah

Look in my eyes, you see I'm dodgin' all the demons

Came a long way from swipin' fraud cards at all the neiman's (perfect)

I was plottin' and schemin', poppin' bad beans and shit

I thought it, then dreamed it, turned it to reality

This a fatality, killin' any nigga sayin' he got the same style as me

I'm the only rapper sayin' shit with no apology

Pull up, you could holler, b

Your favorite rapper's shit just ain't as hot as me

Tory (perfect)

Ayy, spittin' fire in the booth

Forgiato tires on the coupe

Ogs lookin' at me like they inspired to be me, when I aspired to be you

It's crazy but it's true

Damn, yeah

90310 run this shit, you know what's goin' on, nigga

Big u, big umbrella

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