Dope Boy's Diary
作词 : Daystar Peterson/Donald Cannon
作曲 : Daystar Peterson/Donald Cannon
Told my ***** I love her, she ain't say it back
My heart, I can't play with that
Fcuk it, that's that, and we made it that
Runnin' through the trap to find my re-up, tryna make it back
BM trippin', I'm just tryna cop my son his favorite snacks
Love from the Crip, Bloods, and GDs
Scammin' out the bank, I made like fifty thou' on TD
In this trap, my homeboys my heart, but shit, I gotta move greedy
Got a budget for the lawyer case I lose with this PD (Perfect)
'Cause we tryna get more than rich, fcuk the fame and all the gliss
My ***** ain't had ****, so I bought her ****
I'm a lil' older, so I'm older 'til I taught the *****
Boy, I woulda swore that she was loyal 'til I caught the *****
I won't trust a soul
It's just me and my poor, playin' position on that road, watchin' jack boys close
Gun closer than the sirens, see if them boys try me
*****, I'm openin' to fire, catchin' bodies like corona in the virus, niga
Weed bought the Rolex, crack bought the buss down
Trappin' did a home run, scammin' did a touchdown
Thinkin' 'bout my son now, know I gotta stay alive
'Cause I done let him down like four times and I can't make it five
Cops from a naked eye, watchin' in a foreign
But we movin' neat, the DA can't grant them no warrants (Perfect)
The Birdman with me like Wayne in New Orleans
Rainin' and pourin', ragin' and warin'
Prolly lost my ***** to a athlete
Fcuk it, I'ma pull up with another *****, mad fleek
I remember Crystal done told me I was mad weak
From that day, I never let another ***** embarrass me (Perfect)
I had to wear the same drawers
Goin' out for weeks and niga stank, but this shit paid off
Flexin' like I own the rental, niga, I had to play it off
Hoes I put this d*ck off in that hole just like I'm playin' golf
Anytime I ran up out of work I sold 'em drywall
I was broke and threw it on the scale 'cause I can't eyeball
Homie, I just came from bein' homeless, that's a sidebar
That's why with this rap shit I be focused, can't take time off
Boy, I'm not a killer, but don't push me, that's on my momma
'Cause my killers out there swimmin' in the deep end
'Fore he knew that niga drowned 'cause he was deep in
Scoreboard, *****, you playin' on the defense
My lil' nigas catchin' bodies every weekend
My lil' shooter made the movie with the sequence
Play with us and we gon' turn that niga pretense
In the foreign, picked him up from out the precinct
'Cause he gon' still put in that pressure 'til the beef ends, ayy
I wanna cheat but I'll prolly kill her if she cheat on me
Homicidal thoughts don't mix with Gs on me
Plus I be with Gs, homie, stick hot like ninety-eight degrees on me
Trigger finger itchy like some fleas on me
Sleepin' on my niga sofa
Sleepin' on the floor, I couldn't even tell a *****, "Come over"
Now it's all Dior all on my body like my melatonin
Nigas took the stand, I can't believe them boys were tellin' on me
Street shit is hella phony, yeah
Look in my eyes, you see I'm dodgin' all the demons
Came a long way from swipin' fraud cards at all the Neiman's (Perfect)
I was plottin' and schemin', poppin' bad beans and shit
I thought it, then dreamed it, turned it to reality
This a fatality, killin' any niga sayin' he got the same style as me
I'm the only rapper sayin' shit with no apology
Pull up, you could holler, B
Your favorite rapper's shit just ain't as hot as me
Tory (Perfect)
Spittin' fire in the booth
Forgiato tires on the coupe
OGs lookin' at me like they inspired to be me when I aspired to be you
It's crazy but it's true
Damn, yeah
Y'all know 310 run this shit, you know what's goin' on, niga
Big U, big Umbrella
Dope Boy's DiaryLRC歌词
[00:00.00] 作词 : Daystar Peterson/Donald Cannon
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Daystar Peterson/Donald Cannon
[00:10.04]Told my ***** I love her, she ain't say it back
[00:12.09]My heart, I can't play with that
[00:13.21]Fcuk it, that's that, and we made it that
[00:15.10]Runnin' through the trap to find my re-up, tryna make it back
[00:17.81]BM trippin', I'm just tryna cop my son his favorite snacks
[00:20.20]Love from the Crip, Bloods, and GDs
[00:22.11]Scammin' out the bank, I made like fifty thou' on TD
[00:24.54]In this trap, my homeboys my heart, but shit, I gotta move greedy
[00:27.72]Got a budget for the lawyer case I lose with this PD (Perfect)
[00:30.26]'Cause we tryna get more than rich, fcuk the fame and all the gliss
[00:32.91]My ***** ain't had ****, so I bought her ****
[00:34.71]I'm a lil' older, so I'm older 'til I taught the *****
[00:37.32]Boy, I woulda swore that she was loyal 'til I caught the *****
[00:39.74]I won't trust a soul
[00:40.96]It's just me and my poor, playin' position on that road, watchin' jack boys close
[00:44.64]Gun closer than the sirens, see if them boys try me
[00:47.16]*****, I'm openin' to fire, catchin' bodies like corona in the virus, niga
[00:50.77]Weed bought the Rolex, crack bought the buss down
[00:53.09]Trappin' did a home run, scammin' did a touchdown
[00:55.56]Thinkin' 'bout my son now, know I gotta stay alive
[00:58.12]'Cause I done let him down like four times and I can't make it five
[01:00.78]Cops from a naked eye, watchin' in a foreign
[01:03.03]But we movin' neat, the DA can't grant them no warrants (Perfect)
[01:05.62]The Birdman with me like Wayne in New Orleans
[01:08.04]Rainin' and pourin', ragin' and warin'
[01:10.87]Prolly lost my ***** to a athlete
[01:12.63]Fcuk it, I'ma pull up with another *****, mad fleek
[01:15.29]I remember Crystal done told me I was mad weak
[01:17.56]From that day, I never let another ***** embarrass me (Perfect)
[01:20.16]I had to wear the same drawers
[01:21.50]Goin' out for weeks and niga stank, but this shit paid off
[01:24.02]Flexin' like I own the rental, niga, I had to play it off
[01:26.48]Hoes I put this d*ck off in that hole just like I'm playin' golf
[01:29.05]Anytime I ran up out of work I sold 'em drywall
[01:31.60]I was broke and threw it on the scale 'cause I can't eyeball
[01:34.06]Homie, I just came from bein' homeless, that's a sidebar
[01:36.62]That's why with this rap shit I be focused, can't take time off
[01:39.23]Boy, I'm not a killer, but don't push me, that's on my momma
[01:42.01]'Cause my killers out there swimmin' in the deep end
[01:44.26]'Fore he knew that niga drowned 'cause he was deep in
[01:46.93]Scoreboard, *****, you playin' on the defense
[01:49.54]My lil' nigas catchin' bodies every weekend
[01:52.05]My lil' shooter made the movie with the sequence
[01:54.46]Play with us and we gon' turn that niga pretense
[01:56.97]In the foreign, picked him up from out the precinct
[01:59.44]'Cause he gon' still put in that pressure 'til the beef ends, ayy
[02:02.06]I wanna cheat but I'll prolly kill her if she cheat on me
[02:04.45]Homicidal thoughts don't mix with Gs on me
[02:06.45]Plus I be with Gs, homie, stick hot like ninety-eight degrees on me
[02:09.46]Trigger finger itchy like some fleas on me
[02:11.37]Sleepin' on my niga sofa
[02:12.66]Sleepin' on the floor, I couldn't even tell a *****, "Come over"
[02:15.22]Now it's all Dior all on my body like my melatonin
[02:17.76]Nigas took the stand, I can't believe them boys were tellin' on me
[02:20.31]Street shit is hella phony, yeah
[02:21.65]Look in my eyes, you see I'm dodgin' all the demons
[02:23.68]Came a long way from swipin' fraud cards at all the Neiman's (Perfect)
[02:26.21]I was plottin' and schemin', poppin' bad beans and shit
[02:28.88]I thought it, then dreamed it, turned it to reality
[02:31.48]This a fatality, killin' any niga sayin' he got the same style as me
[02:35.41]I'm the only rapper sayin' shit with no apology
[02:37.91]Pull up, you could holler, B
[02:39.18]Your favorite rapper's shit just ain't as hot as me
[02:41.21]Tory (Perfect)
[02:42.66]Spittin' fire in the booth
[02:44.40]Forgiato tires on the coupe
[02:46.35]OGs lookin' at me like they inspired to be me when I aspired to be you
[02:50.20]It's crazy but it's true
[02:51.59]Damn, yeah
[02:55.35]Y'all know 310 run this shit, you know what's goin' on, niga
[02:58.75]Big U, big Umbrella
