Diary of a Wimpy Kid

If I could go back to them days in the crib blowing smoke out the window with bro and them Ain't shit I would change Live it the same Before we fall out I'ma know about it F*ck what you did How'd you go about it Don't talk about that You don't know about it Look I never said I was hard body I just want everybody to calm down OD with the Xans I told you to chill, but i aint your father It's your body You gon' big up to me and get tough When I'm worried about the welfare of your body Understand, I don't care about nobody But I cared about you and you know better Then to say I ain't there in the cold weather But I ain't gon' make it a show about it You know me, you know not to lie to me And that this ain't a diss It's a diary How I deal with the feelings inside of me This is someone who was ready to die for me Went from days you were walking beside me To them days you were talking behind me And I could have put it aside at the time But now you're somebody you try to be And I know that people can change For the better or worse, it's a super position But you always put me stupid positions It's just me and you and your stupid decisions You cannot say that I'm tripping I know I'm the type to be all in my feelings And I'ma be real I don't know how to feel But angry and sad is not what I'm feeling Anyone else would be ready to kill him But knowing my mother I'll never be willing Bro you gotta be kidding You never struggled, bro what are you sipping I was cold in the crib with no heat and no water I'm telling you my situation was different We know you tough and you with it but I need a reason why you even need to be crippin' You feel like you're hitting the bottom I feel like you're hitting a wall The fact that you're even involved Really just tells me that you never listened at all And when you gotta sit with the paint on the wall I want to see who's gonna pick up the call I want to see who's gonna pick up the pieces When all of these men are defeated and fall I can't believe what I saw I was really with Stix in the trenches Bro tote a 40 like f*ck what you benching Rock when they roll it ain't even a question But no I'm too sensitive right Crybaby CHIPx he be painting his nails They jumped my ass in front of the school Then they pulled out knife 'cause I still want to fight It was really about a bitch too 8 stitches from a big nigga 6'2 Hair all in my face like a shih tzu We gonna pull up at his job, and his crib too They ain't no motherfucking thugs, they ain't cut no bricks They ain't shoot nobody, they ain't touch no licks Goth boy I don't cut my wrist How's he calling me a fag when I fucked his bitch If I could go back to them days in the crib blowing smoke out the window with bro and them Ain't shit I would change Live it the same Before we fall out I'ma know about it F*ck what you did How'd you go about it Don't talk about that You don't know about it Look I never said I was hard body I just want everybody to calm down