diary

got more racks then Nordstrom putting niggas outta business with every flow still writing shit down the pages of my diary getting racks comes easily to me 123 abc jackson 5 baby just off the dome it would sound so hard if i mesmerized my lines doe making dez ends meet like goku and veggeta working these fingers until they bleed just to keep my family fed a roof over their head remember when me and my young son had to share a bed now when i walk you see red i wanna be get so many racks i gotta weight it and shit pay someone to carry my shit thrown up dem bands not moms spaghetti living my dream not a nightmare like freddy success is kinda scary eyes all around you filled wit jealousy envy you have no idea how hard i had to work to get here baby im tired of being nice so much sacrifice im starts dog walking niggas like pluto show em i aint no hoe u cant push me around anymore got more racks then a thrift store awaking the hustle in me im not broke no more cause im fuego naw i aint latino the word so hard tho got my first rack im buy a Cadillac and roll my backwoods aint lil Wayne but im skatin through my hood.cause im fuago