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njc – not a diary lyrics

(uhhhh, yeahh)
(ay)
(ay)
(ay, i’m f+ckin’ wit’ this beat foshoo)
(hold up, hold up, hold up)
(clear throat)
(ay, just remember i don’t sing though)
(uh)
(uh)
(uh)

i just hopped up on the track, oh d+mn, i’m back at it again (at it again)
i been spending all my money on indica, man it’s a sin (it’s a sin)
how can you be speaking on my name, you don’t know where i been (uh, uh, uh)
all of my songs is really my feelings written down with a pen (with a pen)

uh, these people don’t understand (they don’t)
i been really on my grind, you p+ssies don’t stand a chance (you don’t)
can’t believe i joined the game and didn’t have a plan (no plan)
now, all my biggest haters turned into my biggest fans (they fans)

if you ain’t got no bucks, then shut the f+ck up (shut up)
real recognizes real, i don’t gotta act tough (i don’t)
you ain’t puffin’ on my blunt, b+tch, back up (get back)
i ain’t talkin’ no leftovers when i say that you get wrapped up (wrapped, wrapped)
uh, in a box (box)
imma send you to the man that died up on the cross (jeez)
i been movin’ h+lla weight, you might think that i’m a jock (i’m not a jock)
they say they ain’t never see me anymore up on the block (they don’t see me)

(yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah)
(hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
(ay, hold up, i still got more)
(hold up, hold up)
(uh)
(yeah)
(yeah)
(uh)
(ay, ay)

in your house, in your bed, wit’ yo’ b+tch, man that’s where i be stayin’
hit you wit’ them tracer bullets, they blue just like super saiyan (pew, pew, pew)
stackin’ up all them blue hunnids, all i see is presidential faces (prezi, prezi)
she know she gon’ leave when we done f+cking, i don’t gotta say it (yeah, no way)

i don’t gotta say it

uh, i come from the city where different blocks have they different dangers (chiraq)
i ain’t pullin’ up on you wit’ no za, you a f+ckin’ stainer
i like to paint a picture with my words, but i’m not no painter (nope)
i just hopped up on the track, oh d+mn, i’m back at it again (at it again)
i been spending all my money on indica, man it’s a sin (it’s a sin)
how can you be speaking on my name, you don’t know where i been (uh, uh, uh)
all of my songs is really my feelings written down with a pen (with a pen)

(now, all my biggest haters turned into my biggest fans)

- njc lyrics

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