Lyrics:
This is my personal
This is my personal
This is my personal diary I got
Always writing in it, writing rhymes on da spot
See, ready set go, see me
thousand dreams of what could be's
The late nights that we used to do
Now I try to get home by two
I don't always know what I'm supposed to say
But I know
some beer before the night is in
Walking in the sun to the cornershop front
(My diary and fridge have gone bare)
I feel I can live any way I want
some beer before the night is in
Walking in the sun to the cornershop front
(My diary and fridge have gone bare)
I feel I can live any way I want
Call her an Uber, she dippin' by lunch
Propane in the tank, send it right to he lungs
We out in the city, they out on the run
Flyin' the gang right
Body upside down body upside down drag him by his feet
Bag bigger
Soon she see the kid i bet she fuck with me
That nigga
Who you dream about in all your
of - on the top of the hill
This is the pill, the fantasy, a super trouper killer machine, a black heart with a thousand dreams, makes it easy living
Murder murder, killer on the mic, sinner on the side
Chicken dinner, winner in the night, widow her you might
Supa hot killer with the bite, Miller
I’ve been in love before
Danced home from Sunday school giddy with joy
To scribble, “Dear diary, I just met a boy
And I don’t care what consequence it
collection of troll dolls
I'm writing in my diary
While watching “Punk'd” on MTV
Overalls and low-waist jeans
Trouble-less and full of dreams
“One
doctor
One by one
Yes them stepping
Up the ladder
Cho
Ghetto youth them have dream
Ghetto youth them have vision
Talented and them full of ambition
by idea killers
Or maybe it's you
When you don't have a vision
You will follow someone elses
Then forget to active your principles and values
Play
dreams
Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization
I'm 5% of the original nation who know the truth
The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded
to you
Big comes through wit
Mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thug dudes
Who's the killer? me or you?
(We forgive you for you know not what
his corpse
In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime method, add another
Killer verse to the murder record, the grand finale
the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like
chasing checks
Man I turn it all to dreams
Karma called me back
Say you serve it to the pheins
Yes I'm whipping crack
Man do it by any means
Focused on this
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
Molly by my side, Mr. Weed got in my eye
We'll take to the grave
Money in the air, make some other nigga cry
Alone in the night, I could never see
Stick by my side, don't you ever let us die
Babe stick by my side, yeah
I don't wanna lose you by my side
Girl I need you to be my ride or die
Baby
You can't keep a secret
But you keep a diary anyway
And you get away with murder
Because you've got a way with words
Yeah, and I know where you
Ashkii beats
Killer jumper I'm on the dream team
Turquoise stone with a swang
That's my bling bling
They hating
Because a Rez dog doing big things
I
Early in the morning
See we up and on the rise
World doesn’t see us coming
Bout to take it by surprise
It's my time can't you see
Do or Die
Word
him cold killer cuz he blast in the broad day
I understand that you need ya green
But damn them niggas ain't even seen 15
No remorse,he kilt them by
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