Entry 531

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Entry 531

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[Intro] Alright, entry five-thirty-one Yeah, uh, uh [Verse] If I die tonight, it be the realest shit I ever wrote Never broken even though I'm hella broke Contemplatin' sellin' dope Too hungry to crack a smile Nigga, I ain't tellin' jokes I ain't Mike Epps These niggas bare arms like biceps and triceps I try and stay a step ahead, for now I can't even afford to high-step Feel the devil breathin' down my neck Outran the demons as long as I could But now I'm trapped in the cul-de-sac "One must face his demons" is the moral of the story Locked in the room, smokin' the blunt and sippin' the forty My supervisor say lately I been performin' poorly This nine-to-five ain't for me, but I got to raise a shorty, surely I like to go a different route But this music shit ain't payin' so I got to stick it out Life is stressin' nigga out, I feel like I'm 'bout to lose it Such a competitor, I ain't been listenin' to music Silence is soothin', hardly snoozin' like an insomniac Tryna get spins like laundromats Overly dedicated, driven like Pontiac I got the pedal to the metal over the base and the treble I'm a rebel, my mind on another level So my thoughts travel from a higher plateau I'm channelin' my inner Satchmo This be that jazz, don't forget about your ash trays And ride to a nigga [?] not to cascade, ayy If I die tonight, this be the realest shit I ever wrote Quotes from the diary These thoughts are the only way to float from society Copin' through anti-sobriety [Outro] Daddy, you come play with me? Yeah, baby, I'm comin' right now

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