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(Trillo Beats, you did it again)
(Wait, Matthew, did you make this?)
(Is that Dasda?)
Street nigga diary
I just keep gettin' money, that shit inspirin'
I bet a million on my head, won't keep me inside
They say money talkin', all these niggas quiet
Ayy, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it
5K on Dior Chucks, they keep me grounded
5K ski, masked up, we tryna down shit
If you ain't gon' kill for the family, stay the fuck from 'round me
Look, never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga, my funds gettin' bigger
Heard you finally caught a body, boy, you just a beginner
Actin' like you 'bout it, 'bout it, you just a master pretender
Put so much paper on your head, you think I had me a printer
Don't make me turn you to my dog's dinner
Was fucked up, now we all winners, a couple hustlers, but we all killers
The real dead and gone, they should've took them flaw niggas
Free my brother Ju, I sure miss them talks with you
Never let a nigga steer you wrong, or piss you off, nigga
Hate I gotta forgive you when you wrong, but I'm a boss, nigga
Never let a nigga steer you wrong, or piss you off, nigga
Hate I gotta forgive you when you wrong, but I'm a boss, nigga
Street nigga diary
I just keep gettin' money, that shit inspirin'
I bet a million on my head, won't keep me inside
They say money talkin', all these niggas quiet
Ayy, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it
5K on Dior Chucks, they keep me grounded
5K ski, masked up, we tryna down shit (yeah, we tryna down, nigga)
If you ain't gon' kill for the family, stay the fuck from 'round me (okay, yeah, let's go)
Look, dear Lil J (J), I'm proud of you, nigga (yeah)
Let these bitches get to playin', I clear the crowd for you, nigga
I'm on the sidelines screamin' loud for you, nigga (yeah)
Talk the streets and you the king, they better bow to you, nigga (damn)
Y'all better give me space 'cause I done ran out of grace (like grace)
Like back when I was on Duncan and I ran out of Ace
Breakin' down squares, choppin' O's on a plate
36 at 12 noon, hope the task on a break (yeah)
Always been a boss and you ain't never ran off (uh)
Always hands on, ain't never hands off (yeah)
The critics wasn't talkin' when you was weighin' that salt (salt)
Back when they was re-rockin', it was hard to get it off (yeah)
Don't let me find out I'm still the realest nigga breathin' (breathin')
And when I walk up out the building, yeah, the realest nigga leavin' (damn)
These niggas pickin' and choosin' and sparin' these snitches (sparin' these snitches)
That's why I stay up out the way, I'm livin' rare on you bitches (ayy)
I ain't never been in nobody paperwork or nobody court case (nah, nah)
That's right, bitch, I'm realer than Scarface (yeah)
And I ain't kill my friend about my kin
It's at least a thousand niggas that vouched for me in the pen' (yeah)
Counted up my first million in the Mack town (town)
Trap house on Madden, Pac in the background (that's up, nigga)
Time to go legit, nigga, how does that sound? (Yeah)
Last entry in my journal, time to put the pack down, hey
Street nigga diary
I just keep gettin' money, that shit inspirin'
I bet a million on my head, won't keep me inside
They say money talkin', all these niggas quiet
Ayy, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it
5K on Dior Chucks, they keep me grounded
5K ski, masked up, we tryna down shit
If you ain't gon' kill for the family, stay the fuck from 'round me