Diary of a Broke Nigga

Look inside the eyes of a broke nigga
See the stress on his face
Look at his heart, ain't no love in the place
What's on his mind? - murder
Money and mayhem if he don't see a
Dollar somebody visiting Satan
He grabbed his gat from under the mattress
He cocked it back
Then grabbed his gloves and a mask
Then threw on his hat
Looked in the mirror and said
"times is hard"
So hard that he got gray hair
On his balls - pause
In the ghetto, you destined to fall
That's why it's a must that we ball
That's why he on the corner lurkin'
Waitin' for a mothafucka to slip
Soon as he see the chance, he takin' a risk
What should you do
When this nigga snatch you out of your whip
Empty out your pockets then snatch what's on
Your neck and your wrist -NOTHING!
Cuz when the gat in ya mouth, so speechless
Any false move and ya brains on the CE-ment
It gets gutter, when niggas starvin'
Niggas will run inside ya house
Kill you on target- heartless
This is way beyond a cold thriller
This the diary of a broke nigga

PUMP PUMP everybody lay down on the ground
Give me whatever you got right now pUMP PUMP
Everybody lay down on the floor
Give me whatever you got plus more
When times is hard and I'm prayin' for change
My funds is low when I need some change
WOP WOP make sure you hide your goods
When I come mista
You dealin' with the diary of a broke nigga

It's been a whole month he
Still ain't see no paper
Nigga losin' weight every time
That he wake up
Plus, he tired of askin' niggas for favors
Cuz when they got mad they throw
It back in his face
That's foul, flagrant this nigga been slavin'
In the spot all week still
Ain't see no paper, that's fucked up
They say don't bite the hand
That feeds you but if
That hand don't feed you where
Would that leave you?
Now that the stress come
Can't turn back the hands of time
Got him thinkin' back on
What he should've done
First thing on his mind now get a gun
Shit you gotta eat, and you got a son
And a daughter, now that's two mouths to feed
And that money seems far like miles to reach
But it's right there but his brain clouded
Life on the wrong road can't reroute it
Caught the nigga
And showed him what that heater do
If you don't feed your wolves
Your wolves eat you
This is way beyond a cold thriller
This the diary of a broke nigga

PUMP PUMP everybody lay down on the ground
Give me whatever you got right now pUMP PUMP
Everybody lay down on the floor
Give me whatever you got plus more
When times is hard and I'm prayin' for change
My funds is low when I need some change
WOP WOP make sure you hide your goods
When I come mista
Ya dealin' with the diary of a broke nigga