Diary of a Humble Beast

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I said, still in love
Still in love
With me
Are you gonna be in love with me

I want you and need you to be, yeah
I got my heart broke twice
By an ungrateful lil bitch
And a nigga I knew from the sandbox

Who I thought would never switch
Who would've ever fuckin' thought
That this shit was gon' come to this
I'm the type to get in that car

I ain't the type to make a diss
But I'm a gangsta rapper
So I guess that's the shit that come with this
Your hoe a real life groupie

I f*ck that hoe until she pissed
F*ck that drac , I like that
AR, cuz to me it never miss
F*ck that scammin' shit too

If you love me, throw me a brick
Now that coke, I want that H
I want that shit that make em sick
That shit that make your mama mama

Come and suck my dick
To that money, I'm a vic
When I need it, I feel a itch
For that right fuckin' price

I come and hit you in your shit
I ain't worried about no headshot
I'll shoot you where you shit
And pull up to your funeral

Look in your casket and leave my spit
The devil want me bad
But God want me rich
I don't know what else to do

But get in the studio and talk my shit
The shit I used to do
They used to call me lame
Now they doing the same shit

Look how things changed
Now I'm too ahead of these niggas
And I'm shittin' on these bitches
I got have a million dollars

That still not gon' grant my wishes
Cause my wishes is to be the richest
Muthafucka  fame
Cause I'm always in motion

Abbreviate it , call it AIM
I be tweaking for them bodies
I might just cop a chain
So a nigga could think about  snatching it

And I can snatch his brain
I'm riding in the rain
In a panoramic range
Hell, sleet or snow

I'ma hustle to get my change
I guess it was for the better
When a nigga said I'd change
I got locked up for a body

Swear to  God, I ain't say a thing
On my mama, I ain't say a thing
On my son, I ain't say a thing
Bitch, this street shit real

So I put this on everything
Now I'm aiming for that crown
But that crown come with stitches
Who would've ever fuckin' thought

That their close friends turn to snitch
On they'll change, on you quick
All behind some dirty bitches
That's why Im cut through like slim

I'll turn your main hoe  to my mistress
Can't turn my back up on Jasmine
She held me down through my sentence
I was going through that pain

Ain't nobody was there to witness
Only real niggas come feel this
I'm pumping iron, but this ain't fitness
Got that money on your blood

So I'm about to get straight to business
Leave Your brain on your denim
And stains on my tennis
I gotta count off two hands

Check the score, La bitch we winning
My circle really small
So I'ma be the one who's spinning
Why I keep getting blessed

When I'm always the one who's sinning
My haters call me lucky
My loved ones call me chosen
When people ask me how I beat my case

I tell them I'm golden
When I get that big bag
I'ma bust my city open
Tell the kids stay in school

And they gotta stay focuse
But if you in the streets, f*ck a body
Get some cheddar
Cause this street shit cold

Even in the summer
You gon' need a sweater, nigga
Uh
Gotta be great shit, man

Uh

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