Dear Diary Lyrics

Bam bam

Door knock

Double shot

I can't get ya

Boy you hiding and it's locked

I said nothing and well never

No boy you think you could ever

Do all the things that we did

Late December stuck in cold weather

Blast blast

Up your block

Getting popped

Let me bless ya

Falling blessings still I'm lost

I swear i find you the reason

If boy is playing with treason

Yeah We gon find 'em and teach 'em

That you don't mess with the preacher

Got some blunt wraps they bleeding

On the hunt boy im feeding

For anybody trying to take my time

And waste it for features

Got me talking to jesus

I'm busy making releases

My one release for insanity

Shadow creep through the bleachers

I'm making cds with heaters

Boy you wearing wife beaters

You best get checked

For the same reason

You're calling for features

Try to send me the re ups

Send 'em back just like see ya

I dont really have the time

You say it's hot don't believe ya

You said hs play it back

I replied said it's whack

The dialect of you rapping

You ain't cashing no cheques

Why you trying to flex

You ain't trying your best

Boy i bang my chest

Proud like I'm eliot ness

Al capone on the set

Getting ready for death

Very fortune-less

Unfortunate

I'm gripping the lead

Havocoul getting rest

Call 'em' up like a vet

The peace is treating me

We feel the breeze

I'm beating the test