Song parody of
Not a Diary
by NJC
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(Uhhhh, yeahh)
(Ay)
(Ay)
(Ay, I’m fuckin’ wit’ this beat foshoo)
(Hold up, hold up, hold up)
(Clear throat)
(Ay, just remember I don’t sing though)
(Uh)
(Uh)
(Uh)
I just hopped up on the track, oh damn, I’m back at it again (At it again)
I been spending all my money on indica, man it’s a sin (It’s a sin)
How can you be speaking on my name, you don’t know where I been (Uh, uh, uh)
All of my songs is really my feelings written down with a pen (With a pen)
Uh, these people don’t understand (They don’t)
I been really on my grind, you pussies don’t stand a chance (You don’t)
Can’t believe I joined the game and didn’t have a plan (No plan)
Now, all my biggest haters turned into my biggest fans (They fans)
If you ain’t got no bucks, then shut the fuck up (Shut up)
Real recognizes real, I don’t gotta act tough (I don’t)
You ain’t puffin’ on my blunt, bitch, back up (Get back)
I ain’t talkin’ no leftovers when I say that you get wrapped up (Wrapped, wrapped)
Uh, in a box (Box)
Imma send you to the man that died up on the cross (Jeez)
I been movin' hella weight, you might think that I’m a jock (I’m not a jock)
They say they ain’t never see me anymore up on the block (They don’t see me)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
(Ay, hold up, I still got more)
(Hold up, hold up)
(Uh)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Uh)
(Ay, ay)
In your house, in your bed, wit' yo' bitch, man that’s where I be stayin'
Hit you wit' them tracer bullets, they blue just like Super Saiyan (Pew, pew, pew)
Stackin' up all them blue hunnids, all I see is presidential faces (Prezi, prezi)
She know she gon' leave when we done fucking, I don't gotta say it (Yeah, no way)
I don't gotta say it
Uh, I come from the city where different blocks have they different dangers (Chiraq)
I ain’t pullin' up on you wit' no za, you a fuckin' stainer
I like to paint a picture with my words, but I’m not no painter (Nope)
I just hopped up on the track, oh damn, I’m back at it again (At it again)
I been spending all my money on indica, man it’s a sin (It’s a sin)
How can you be speaking on my name, you don’t know where I been (Uh, uh, uh)
All of my songs is really my feelings written down with a pen (With a pen)
Uh, these people don’t understand (They don’t)
I been really on my grind, you pussies don’t stand a chance (You don’t)
Can’t believe I joined the game and didn’t have a plan (No plan)
Now, all my biggest haters turned into my biggest fans (They fans)
(Now, all my biggest haters turned into my biggest fans)
(Uhhhh, yeahh)
(Ay)
(Ay)
(Ay, I’m fuckin’ wit’ this beat foshoo)
(Hold up, hold up, hold up)
(Clear throat)
(Ay, just remember I don’t sing though)
(Uh)
(Uh)
(Uh)
I just hopped up on the track, oh damn, I’m back at it again (At it again)
I been spending all my money on indica, man it’s a sin (It’s a sin)
How can you be speaking on my name, you don’t know where I been (Uh, uh, uh)
All of my songs is really my feelings written down with a pen (With a pen)
Uh, these people don’t understand (They don’t)
I been really on my grind, you pussies don’t stand a chance (You don’t)
Can’t believe I joined the game and didn’t have a plan (No plan)
Now, all my biggest haters turned into my biggest fans (They fans)
If you ain’t got no bucks, then shut the fuck up (Shut up)
Real recognizes real, I don’t gotta act tough (I don’t)
You ain’t puffin’ on my blunt, bitch, back up (Get back)
I ain’t talkin’ no leftovers when I say that you get wrapped up (Wrapped, wrapped)
Uh, in a box (Box)
Imma send you to the man that died up on the cross (Jeez)
I been movin' hella weight, you might think that I’m a jock (I’m not a jock)
They say they ain’t never see me anymore up on the block (They don’t see me)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
(Ay, hold up, I still got more)
(Hold up, hold up)
(Uh)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Uh)
(Ay, ay)
In your house, in your bed, wit' yo' bitch, man that’s where I be stayin'
Hit you wit' them tracer bullets, they blue just like Super Saiyan (Pew, pew, pew)
Stackin' up all them blue hunnids, all I see is presidential faces (Prezi, prezi)
She know she gon' leave when we done fucking, I don't gotta say it (Yeah, no way)
I don't gotta say it
Uh, I come from the city where different blocks have they different dangers (Chiraq)
I ain’t pullin' up on you wit' no za, you a fuckin' stainer
I like to paint a picture with my words, but I’m not no painter (Nope)
I just hopped up on the track, oh damn, I’m back at it again (At it again)
I been spending all my money on indica, man it’s a sin (It’s a sin)
How can you be speaking on my name, you don’t know where I been (Uh, uh, uh)
All of my songs is really my feelings written down with a pen (With a pen)
Uh, these people don’t understand (They don’t)
I been really on my grind, you pussies don’t stand a chance (You don’t)
Can’t believe I joined the game and didn’t have a plan (No plan)
Now, all my biggest haters turned into my biggest fans (They fans)
(Now, all my biggest haters turned into my biggest fans)
