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yfn lucci & jeezy - real nigga diary. lyrics

[intro]
(trillo beats, you did it again)
(wait, matthew, did you make this?)
(is that dasda?)

[chorus: yfn lucci]
street n+gga diary
i just keep gettin’ money, that sh+t inspirin’
i bet a million on my head, won’t keep me inside
they say money talkin’, all these n+ggas quiet
ayy, i’m addicted to money, i can’t hide it
5k on dior chucks, they keep me grounded
5k ski, masked up, we tryna down sh+t
if you ain’t gon’ k!ll for the family, stay the f+ck from ’round me

[verse 1: yfn lucci]
look, never gave a f+ck ’bout a n+gga, my funds gettin’ bigger
heard you finally caught a body, boy, you just a beginner
actin’ like you ’bout it, ’bout it, you just a master pretender
put so much paper on your head, you think i had me a printer
don’t makе me turn you to my dog’s dinner
was f+cked up, now wе all winners, a couple hustlers, but we all k!llers
the real dead and gone, they should’ve took them flaw n+ggas
free my brother ju, i sure miss them talks with you
never let a n+gga steer you wrong, or p+ss you off, n+gga
hate i gotta forgive you when you wrong, but i’m a boss, n+gga
never let a n+gga steer you wrong, or p+ss you off, n+gga
hate i gotta forgive you when you wrong, but i’m a boss, n+gga
[chorus: yfn lucci & jeezy]
street n+gga diary
i just keep gettin’ money, that sh+t inspirin’
i bet a million on my head, won’t keep me inside
they say money talkin’, all these n+ggas quiet
ayy, i’m addicted to money, i can’t hide it
5k on dior chucks, they keep me grounded
5k ski, masked up, we tryna down sh+t (yeah, we tryna down, n+gga)
if you ain’t gon’ k!ll for the family, stay the f+ck from ’round me (okay, yeah, let’s go)

[verse 2: jeezy]
look, dear lil j (j), i’m proud of you, n+gga (yeah)
let these b+tches get to playin’, i clear the crowd for you, n+gga (haha)
i’m on the sidelines screamin’ loud for you, n+gga (yeah)
talk the streets and you the king, they better bow to you, n+gga (d+mn)
y’all better give me sp+ce ’cause i done ran out of grace (like grace)
like back when i was on duncan and i ran out of ace
breakin’ down squares, choppin’ o’s on a plate
36 at 12 noon, hope the task on a break (yeah)
always been a boss and you ain’t never ran off (uh)
always hands on, ain’t never hands off (yeah)
the critics wasn’t talkin’ when you was weighin’ that salt (salt)
back when they was re+rockin’, it was hard to get it off (yeah)
don’t let me find out i’m still the realest n+gga breathin’ (breathin’)
and when i walk up out the building, yeah, the realest n+gga leavin’ (d+mn)
these n+ggas pickin’ and choosin’ and sparin’ these snitches (sparin’ these snitches)
that’s why i stay up out the way, i’m livin’ rare on you b+tches (ayy)
i ain’t never been in n0body paperwork or n0body court case (nah, nah)
that’s right, b+tch, i’m realer than scarface (yeah)
and i ain’t k!ll my friend about my kin (haha)
it’s at least at least a thousand n+ggas that vouched for me in the pen’ (yeah)
counted up my first million in the mack town (town)
trap house on madden, pac in the background (that’s up, n+gga)
time to go legit, n+gga, how does that sound? (yeah)
last entry in my journal, time to put the pack down, hey
[chorus: yfn lucci]
street n+gga diary
i just keep gettin’ money, that sh+t inspirin’
i bet a million on my head, won’t keep me inside
they say money talkin’, all these n+ggas quiet
ayy, i’m addicted to money, i can’t hide it
5k on dior chucks, they keep me grounded
5k ski, masked up, we tryna down sh+t
if you ain’t gon’ k!ll for the family, stay the f+ck from ’round me

- yfn lucci jeezy lyrics

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