Lil nigga deigo

Ayo, little nigga Diego, think he’s got the flow, Got a perm so tight, looks like a brillo show. Walks with a swag, but it’s kinda shaky, Simpin’ so hard for his girl named Daisy. Daisy, yeah, she’s a sight that’s tough to praise, Eyes rollin’ high when she walks my way. Little bro says, “She’s the queen of my world,” But the squad laughs loud, watchin’ it all unfurl. Little bro Diego, what you doin’, man? Hangin’ with the weird ones, that’s your plan? Pimples poppin’ like it’s Fourth of July, Actin’ all cool, but we know that’s a lie. Little bro flexin’ in his hand-me-down gear, Whisperin’ sweet nothings, only Daisy can hear. He walks in the hall like he’s the king of the scene, But them shoes he’s wearin’ ain’t close to clean. Bro’s got a squad that’s quirky at best, Talks big game but fails every test. “Yo, I’m the man,” he says, puffin’ up his chest, But we see the truth; he’s tryin’ his best. Little bro Diego, what you doin’, man? Hangin’ with the weird ones, that’s your plan? Pimples poppin’ like it’s Fourth of July, Actin’ all cool, but we know that’s a lie. Daisy’s got him on a leash so tight, Textin’ back quick, morning to night. “Gotta keep her happy,” little bro grins, But she’s out here causin’ some real eye spins. Diego thinks he’s up, walkin’ on air, But that perm’s shoutin’ out for some serious care. “Hey, little bro, you got that fire?” Nah, just jokes and a look that’s tired. We say “little bro” ‘cause that’s what he is, Chasin’ Daisy’s smile like it’s his biz. But keep it real, Diego, just take the cue, The crowd’s watchin’ close, man, what you gonna do? Little bro Diego, this one’s for you, Get it together, find your true crew. Chin up, wipe that sweat off your brow, And remember who’s got the last laugh now.