Yea yo u said your car was fast saw you running off so quick thought you really had the sticks why your run off your a bitch don’t be talking on the gram cuz I’ll pull up where you live 223s come in your crib all 30 bullets hit his rib Why you talking like you know me you don’t know life I live always been a troubled kid grandma bought me my first stick I don’t think she ever knew that I would dump the whole damn clip seen a op i dump and dip made a dash back to the strip think I’m joking yea Im joking the cops keep watching all my shit wanna get me for a lic but I’m masked up like I’m sick so I ride around my lonely my old homies tryna snitch honestly it makes me sick ima dump you in a ditch we ain’t homies don’t you bro me get to close I’ll dump the stick why’s your gf talking slick seems like she jus wants some dick I flip a pack and make it back the trap was waiting for me bitch i see you liking on my pics yea girl I’ll call you ina bit We ain’t chillin unless you killin I’m a villain with my stick always itching for a lic never satisfied with it they took my homie now I’m lonely cops keep asking me about it they wanna know how he got hit they wanna know if he had the stick fuck you pig your not my homie ion no nothin about that shit it was 8th street he got hit got the call it made me sick that’s all I know so let me go but bro was acting like a pric wouldn’t give up about the stick tryna sentence me like shit You a hoe that’s al I know I needa Lawer in this bitch heard he talking like a snitch called the block to make it quick they let me go I still don’t know what really happend to that kid heard he got cought up tryna snitch found in the river or a ditch. I keep gg with a stendo heard some people want me dead put some tracers in that bitch so I can hit them while they fled get a call from a og told me focus on my bread he put like 5k on they head he know on god I’ll leave em dead 50 bullets 50 bullets Let it rain upon they head Heard some people want me dead Heard some people turned to feds I swear to god you do me wrong I’ll leave you hanging from a bridge then send the pictures to your kids I swear on god that’s what it is Red rum red rum Heard some people want me dead Put like 13 on my head that’s why the 30 by the bed Bitch dumb bitch stoopid she addicted to the head I’m addicted to the bread I swear to god might have her kid Bitch dumb bitch stoopid think I might’ve found the one I’m dumb I’m stoopid feel like Cupid with a gun Where I’m from they go stoopid they goin walk up with a drum squeeze the trigger A then they run hella laughing think it’s fun Now I want everyone to remember, this is just a song and I don’t mean anything that I’ve said. Just want to show you some real aggression in rap.

Dear diary.