Diary of a Humble Beast

I said, still in love Still in love With me Are you gonna be in love with me I want you and need you to be, yeah I got my heart broke twice By an ungrateful lil bitch And a nigga I knew from the sandbox Who I thought would never switch Who would've ever fuckin' thought That this shit was gon' come to this I'm the type to get in that car I ain't the type to make a diss But I'm a gangsta rapper So I guess that's the shit that come with this Your hoe a real life groupie I f*ck that hoe until she pissed F*ck that drac , I like that AR, cuz to me it never miss F*ck that scammin' shit too If you love me, throw me a brick Now that coke, I want that H I want that shit that make em sick That shit that make your mama mama Come and suck my dick To that money, I'm a vic When I need it, I feel a itch For that right fuckin' price I come and hit you in your shit I ain't worried about no headshot I'll shoot you where you shit And pull up to your funeral Look in your casket and leave my spit The devil want me bad But God want me rich I don't know what else to do But get in the studio and talk my shit The shit I used to do They used to call me lame Now they doing the same shit Look how things changed Now I'm too ahead of these niggas And I'm shittin' on these bitches I got have a million dollars That still not gon' grant my wishes Cause my wishes is to be the richest Muthafucka fame Cause I'm always in motion Abbreviate it , call it AIM I be tweaking for them bodies I might just cop a chain So a nigga could think about snatching it And I can snatch his brain I'm riding in the rain In a panoramic range Hell, sleet or snow I'ma hustle to get my change I guess it was for the better When a nigga said I'd change I got locked up for a body Swear to God, I ain't say a thing On my mama, I ain't say a thing On my son, I ain't say a thing Bitch, this street shit real So I put this on everything Now I'm aiming for that crown But that crown come with stitches Who would've ever fuckin' thought That their close friends turn to snitch On they'll change, on you quick All behind some dirty bitches That's why Im cut through like slim I'll turn your main hoe to my mistress Can't turn my back up on Jasmine She held me down through my sentence I was going through that pain Ain't nobody was there to witness Only real niggas come feel this I'm pumping iron, but this ain't fitness Got that money on your blood So I'm about to get straight to business Leave Your brain on your denim And stains on my tennis I gotta count off two hands Check the score, La bitch we winning My circle really small So I'ma be the one who's spinning Why I keep getting blessed When I'm always the one who's sinning My haters call me lucky My loved ones call me chosen When people ask me how I beat my case I tell them I'm golden When I get that big bag I'ma bust my city open Tell the kids stay in school And they gotta stay focuse But if you in the streets, f*ck a body Get some cheddar Cause this street shit cold Even in the summer You gon' need a sweater, nigga Uh Gotta be great shit, man Uh