Dope Boy's Diary

Yeah, nothing bigger than the umbrella, yeah, yeah (Perfect)

Just gotta feel me nigga

It's Tory! (Cannon)

Told my bitch I love her she ain't say it back

My heart I can't play with that

Fuck it that's that, and we made it that

Running through the trap to find my re-up, tryna make it back

BM tripping I'm just tryna cop my son his favorite snacks

Love from the Crip, Bloods, and GDs

Scamming out the bank I made like 50 thou' on TD

In this trap my homeboys my heart, but shit I gotta move greedy

Got a budget for the lawyer case I lose with this PD (Perfect)

'Cause we tryna get more than rich, fuck the fame and all the glitz

My bitch ain't had tits, so I bought her tits

I'm a little older so I mold her 'til I taught the bitch

Boy, I would've swore that she was loyal 'til I caught the bitch

I won't trust a soul

It's just me and my pole playing position on that road

Watching jack boys close, gun closer than the sirens

See if them boys try me, bitch, I'm opening the fire

Catching bodies like corona in the virus nigga

Weed bought the Rolex, crack bought the bustdown

Trapping did a home run, scamming did a touchdown

Thinking 'bout my son now, know I gotta stay alive

'Cause I done let him down like 4 times and I can't make it 5

Cops from a naked eye, watching in a foreign

But we moving neat the DA can't grant them no warrants (Perfect)

The Birdman with me like Wayne in New Orleans

Raining and pouring, ranging, and warring

Probably lost my bitch to a athlete

Fuck it, I'm 'a pull up with another bitch, mad fleet

I remember Crystal dem told me I was mad weak

From that day I never let another bitch embarrass me (Perfect)

I had to wear the same drawers

Going out for weeks, a nigga stank, but this shit paid off

Flexing like I owned the rental nigga had to play it off

Hoes I put this dick off in they hole just like I'm playing golf

Anytime I ran up outta work I sold 'em drywall

I was broke and threw it on the scale 'cause I can't eyeball

Homie I just came from being homeless that's a sidebar

That's why with this rap shit I be focused, can't take time off

Boy, I'm not a killer, but don't push me that's on my mama

Got my killers out there swimming in the deep end

'Fore you knew that nigga drowned 'cause he was deep in

Scarborough, bitch, we playing on the defense

My little niggas catching bodies every weekend

My little shooter made the movie with the sequence

Play with us and we gon' turn that nigga pretense

In the foreign picked him up from out the precinct

'Cause he gon' still put in that pressure 'til the beef ends

I wanna cheat but I'll probably kill her if she cheat on me

Homicidal thoughts don't mix with G's homie

Plus I be with Gs homie, stick hot like 98 degrees homie

Trigger finger itchy like some fleas on me

Sleeping on my nigga's sofa, sleeping on the floor

I couldn't even tell a bitch come over

Now it's all Dior all on my body, like my melatonin

Niggas took the stand, I can't believe them boys were telling on me

Street shit is hella phony, yeah

Look in my eyes, you see I'm dodging all the demons

Came a long way, from swiping fraud cards at all the Neiman's (Perfect)

I was plotting and scheming, popping bad bean and

Shit, I thought it then dreamed it, turned it to reality

This your fatality

Killing any nigga saying he got the same style as me

I'm the only rapper saying shit with no apology

Pull up, you could holla b

Your favorite rapper shit, just ain't as hot as me, Tory, (Perfect) aye

Spitting fire in the booth, Forgiato tires on the coupe

OG's looking at me like they inspired to be me when I aspired to be you

It's crazy but it's true, damn

Yeah, 90310 are running shit, you know what's going on, nigga

Big U, big umbrella