REAL *** DIARY. Lyrics by YFN Lucci & Jeezy
Street *** diary
I just keep getting money, that *** inspiring
I bet a million on my head won’t keep me inside
They say money talking, and all these niggas quiet
Aye, I’m addicted to money, I can’t hide it
5K on Dior Chucks, they keep me grounded
5K, ski mask up, we trying down ***
If you ain’t gon’ *** for the family, then stay the *** from ’round me
Look
Never gave a *** ’bout no ***, my funds getting bigger
Heard you finally caught a body, boy, you just a beginner
Acting 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 make me turn you to my dog’s dinner
Was *** up, now we all winners, a couple hustlers, but we all killers
The real dead and gone, they should’ve took them flaw niggas
Free my brother Ju, I sure miss them talks with ya
Never let a *** steer you wrong, or *** you off, ***
Hate I gotta forgive you when you wrong, but I’m a boss ***
Never let a *** steer you wrong, or *** you off, ***
Hate I gotta forgive you when you wrong, but I’m a boss ***
Street *** diary
I just keep getting money, that *** inspiring
I bet a million on my head won’t keep me inside
They say money talking, and all these niggas quiet
Aye, I’m addicted to money, I can’t hide it
5K on Dior Chucks, they keep me grounded
5K, ski mask up, we trying down ***
If you ain’t gon’ *** for the family, then stay the *** from ’round me
Yeah, let’s go
Dear Lil J, I’m proud of you, ***
Let these *** get to playing, I clear the crowd for you, ***
I’m on the sidelines screaming loud for you, ***
Talk the streets and you the king, they better bow to you, ***
Y’all better give me space, ’cause I done ran out of grace
Like back when I was on Duncan and I ran out of ace
Breaking down squares, chopping O’s on a plate
36 at 12 noon, hope the task on a break
Always been a boss and you ain’t never ran off
Always hands on, ain’t never hands off
The critics wasn’t talkin’ when you was weighin’ that salt
Back when they was re-rockin’, it was hard to get it off
Don’t let me find out I’m still the realest *** breathing
And when I walk up out the building, yeah, the realest *** leavin’
These niggas pickin’ and choosin’ and sparin’ these snitches
That’s why I stay up out the way, I’m livin’ rare on you ***
I ain’t never been in nobody paperwork or nobody court case
That’s right, ***, I’m realer than Scarface
And I ain’t *** my friend about my kin
It’s at least at least a thousand niggas that vouched for me in the pen
Counted up my first million in the Mack town
Trap house on Madden, Pac in the background
Time to go legit, ***, how does that sound?
Last entry in my journal, time to put the pack down
Street *** diary
I just keep getting money, that *** inspiring
I bet a million on my head won’t keep me inside
They say money talking, and all these niggas quiet
Aye, I’m addicted to money, I can’t hide it
5K on Dior Chucks, they keep me grounded
5K, ski mask up, we trying down ***
If you ain’t gon’ *** for the family, then stay the *** from ’round me