p & p

oh

what up hoe? oh

what up?

i said

oh

what up hoe? oh

what up?

i said

oh

what up hoe? oh

what up?

well alright

i'm going through something with life

where pussy and patron make you feel alright

pussy and patron make you feel alright

pussy and patron

that's some great advice

welcome to my diary

stressing got me gray hairs

something to inspire me

rather than society's

woes

let me go

let me shine a lil' bit love

i want diamonds too

ronnie on player's club

i used to have a nine-to-five

fresh out of school

that was '05

that bitch was racist

got me fired

ever since then

i had no job

pushing in my mama van

stop for gas on rosecrans

trust me

these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

guilty by association

story of my life nigga!

you gon' make me flip

then split yo' shit

judge give me life nigga!

pain since my grandma's death

uncle killed at louie's burgers

hold my tears

i tried my best

let it go

drench my pullover

cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin-margin

maintaining my modest-modest as i dream

so while i go through all-this-all-this

bullshit what you call it

life itself

i know it helps

let me scroll through my blackberry

i said

keep reading my diary when my life's entirely

surrounded by the irony of living in the city

i said they wouldn't hire me

i said i got my ass beat

and the only thing can help is ass and some titties

so what's up baby? i said what's up?

i had a long day and i really wanna fuck

see i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

credit card late fees

capital one popping up on my caller i.d. pawning my chain in the shop

watching for hollow tip shots

watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

man

that's my worst fear

ain't that your worst fear?

you know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears

or run through a pothole at two in the morning

scared to hit your emergencies

cause then they'll be on it

see i know

when the harsh reality takes toll

open up your contacts

then scroll

welcome to my diary

hmm

where should i begin?

finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram

crackers watch my every step

better yet they work my every nerve

cutting me this worthless check

the concept is so absurd

like a church in debt

a turtle in a turtleneck

convertibles with turbo jets fueled by 7 up and prometh'

i feel like death's around the corner like the quickest wide receiver

so i took another shot

tequila hit me like a nina

my sky's gray

my bitch is brighter

always saying lights please"