Ghetto Diary

Lyrics

[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