[Intro: Ab-Soul & DJ Ill Will]
See motherfucker?
(Once again, DJ Ill Will
My man DJ Dave
Top Dawg E.N.T
Y'all know what the fuck time it is
Look out for that Jay Rock album
Follow Me Home
Dropping this Summer)
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
These niggas trying me, enemies keep on eyeing me
Pimping in my privacy, oh, oh, the irony (Irony)
You feel my heartbeat over this beat entirely
But you know where to find me, in the hood wit my grimeys
Fuck around, we gon turn this shit to a crime scene (Crime scene)
Perfect timing, I was almost finished riding
You nothing more than another namе in my ghetto diary (Diary, diary)
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Another day, another dollar
In thе city of Watts, homie, it's all about a dollar
Them boys in the projects hussling, trying to move that powder
Tryna get them a stack, them young killas out bussing em choppers
Better keep you a gat
Welcome to reality, I stay in the hood mentality
Sell my soul for the industry, in the shoots is where I'd rather be
Leaning off this Hennessy, got my eyes on all my enemies
Take me from the streets, but the streets always be a part of me
They keep on calling me back, to the hood where they cooking that crack
Where the cheese and hooligans at
We move, we move with them gats
Guns shoot straight from Iraq
Where they die like a man did a rat
Kill a nigga over some pussy, tell me, what type of standards is that?
Whip clean when I roll through the set
When I roll, I roll up the best
Gotta keep these bitches in check
Hit bitch niggas with TECs
It's cold out here in these streets
Never show no love to the weak
Only the strong survive in my ghetto diary
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
These niggas trying me, enemies keep on eyeing me
Pimping in my privacy, oh, oh, the irony (Irony)
You feel my heartbeat over this beat entirely
When I relapse, I just write in my ghetto diary (Diary, diary)
But you know where to find me, in the hood wit my grimeys
Fuck around, we gon turn this shit to a crime scene (Crime scene)
Perfect timing, I was almost finished riding
You nothing more than another name in my ghetto diary (Diary, diary)
[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
When I ride, 4/5 on side
Tryna rob this homicide
Better check it, 187, Imma let those hoppers fly
Got that gin and juice in my system and the chronic got me high
In the spot with the brick, cook it up, chop it up, selling rocks, my 9 to 5
Look, Imma rock my flag, Imma represent to the fullest
Until I'm incarcerated, or till I'm gone by bullets
Got my hands up on the triggers, won't hesitate to pull it
Get money, fuck bitches, kill snitches, gang riches
From the block to the booth, I'm vicious
Never tell a hoe your bidness
These hoes will set you up, wet you up, leave you missing
Shit, that's the way it is
Another world, real niggas by me
Look, I don't trust friends
In the end, them niggas grimey
They eyes is on your paper
Gotta identify them haters
Red dot em, spot em, pop em, leave they head vacant
300 yards, 30 eyes, so they can't trace it
Another murder, murder, murder, gotta flip them pages
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
These niggas trying me, enemies keep on eyeing me
Pimping in my privacy, oh, oh, the irony (Irony)
You feel my heartbeat over this beat entirely
When I relapse, I just write in my ghetto diary (Diary, diary)
But you know where to find me, in the hood wit my grimeys
Fuck around, we gon turn this shit to a crime scene (Crime scene)
Perfect timing, I was almost finished riding
You nothing more than another name in my ghetto diary (Diary, diary)
[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
My life is wrote in pen, you can't erase mistakes
If you talking paper, you gotta raise the stakes
We on the paper chase, I'm talking paper plates
Stacked so high, it's like we never ate
I sleep when I die
I nap if I'm tired
It's beef in the streets, got the big mac when I ride
Sits on my lap when I drive
You react, then I fire
Blow, blow, leave all bullshit to the side
Guns is like music, hear the melody
Chopper sound like a drum squad on ecstasy
I used to hug the blocks, but now I hug the beats
Cocaine on the track, watch me feed the streets
Damn, love with the Rock, the streets need me
Disrespect send you back home like E.T
This is no movie, homie, this real life
My ghetto story, painted glory, my g
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
These niggas trying me, enemies keep on eyeing me
Pimping in my privacy, oh, oh, the irony (Irony)
You feel my heartbeat over this beat entirely
When I relapse, I just write in my ghetto diary (Diary, diary)
But you know where to find me, in the hood wit my
Grimeys
Fuck around, we gon turn this shit to a crime scene (Crime scene)
Perfect timing, I was almost finished riding
You nothing more than another name in my ghetto diary (Diary, diary)
[Outro: Ab-Soul]
Look man, you already know what it is, man
Ab-Soul, the soul brother
A.K.A. the miraculous
The C-arsonist, A.K.A
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