

Grown pants trappin', I ain't make one dollar
Boo-hoo, not, not one dollar
All my new songs, I own all them
Huh, all them, ha-ha, all them
Dad keep callin' but he only biological
I celebrate my mom and auntie on Father's Day
I used to pray to God I would pop off
So soon as this shit drop, I'm sendin' them on holiday
Niggas back home think I got lucky
Puttin' in that twenty-four work, load's disgusting
Niggas used to hate, now they text me they love me
How lovely, ha, can't trust me
Got that blicky on me so don't act silly
Used to talk to God when no one listen
Reminiscin', reminiscin'
'Cause we don't talk so much no more, ah
This is a diary of a loner
It's where I go when I'm losin' control
This is a side of me you shouldn't know but
Oh well (Oh well), now you know (Now you know)
This is a diary of a loner
I'm givin' y'all the close-up (Yeah, yeah)
I'm way too tired to carry this alone
Now you're keepin' my secrets
I got the windows down in a four-door Mercedes
Sittin' real pretty off the songs I created
Goddamn, boy, I got a smooth operation
Run me that check, my nigga (My nigga)
I pulled up to the show and that bitch almost fainted
Baby need to chill, I'm only D-list famous
I got Benjamins like my daddy's last name
But I took 'Nory so the shit reek ragged
Gotta take pills 'cause my shit unbalanced
Crib in the hills is a waste of the salad
I just took a fifth of Patrón to the head
Niggas can't kill me, I'm already dead
Walkin' like a G through depression
This is God-given, why you odd-odd (Yeah, yeah)
He put a nigga here to send a message (Yeah, yeah)
But that nigga won't answer the phone
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