a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

black dre - diary of a g lyrics

what you know about food stamps and wic?
og put me onto the flip of selling a chick
back pages, stack paper
real estate in lancaster the only black neighbor
uh, the demons in us so we lack saviors
god bless us cause this life hectic
if i die today just know the gaws is what i’m repping
gang signs thrown up like i’m anorexic
enemies get 207d in the honda naked (in the honda naked)
we do dirt but we don’t leave stains
never been broke i done seen sprains
2015, i was sleeping in the trap house
me and cuz had one plan just get it mapped out
no bron james, no watch from the spain
i used to watch james serve cocaine out that stang (rip)
hit your grave new jordan’s is still getting muddy
dropping henny on the floor for my n+ggas above me
my homies burning in h+ll they need a sip too
brother still mourning my pops but we gon get through
lil money gotta split that with a big crew
f+ck slaving for the man i need the whips too
death has been a big topic of my music lately
so many hoes i should settle down, i want a baby
i ain’t lying when i tell you that my life is crazy
won rings for my team the black tom brady
i got a new chick i can’t lie the braud wavey
she’ll let that thang off homie without her palm shaking
and you ask me “why she gotta keep that thang off safety?”
seen how they did sean taylor, we strong safety
uh these n+ggas hate me but they can’t fade me (can’t fade me)
college diploma for the fall back (fall back)
i might go get another one when the fall back (fall back)
i put you on your feet and you crawled back
don’t pay your debts to me you owe the gaws that
if you ever had a doubt just bet it all on black
you listen to me, then listen to them
how you pick up a rose missing the stem?
you tryna ball but homie missing the rim
it’s lonely at the top dog i just miss my friends
i was happy in bible college with quise
walls closing in it’s getting deep in the streets
who we supposed to call? we getting k!lled by police
i can clearly say that this street sh+t ain’t for me
tilghman street tears still hitting my feet
i put my heart on my sleeve
never question my rhymes i put my heart on this beat
diary of a g, diary of me

- black dre lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS