Diary lyrics

by

Baby Smoove


[Intro]
(Meech)

[Chorus]
Can't see eye to eye, you throw shade and tell lies
I just stay out the way cause I don't let sh*t slide
Seen so many change on me, sh*t, I wasn't even surprised
I'm go get what I want then go home and thank God
I be feeling everything, I'm so big on vibes
Got these b*tches trailing me, got three cars full of [?]
I'm so high off exotic, sh*t, it feel like I can fly
No cap, you play with me, I'ma make sure you die

[Verse]
n*ggas stuck in they position, they don't understand why
I took notes on hoe sh*t, n*ggas did when I was dry
I got more money than your whole group, sneak diss me now
Put a deposit on that n*gga, take a trip to NY
Still, I pull up with this choppa but I got too much on the line
sh*t ain't went up it been years, you don't think that sh*t a sign?
Heard you dropped the CD, you gotta kill me before I buy
n*ggas ain't worth ten, boy, go and get a job
If I really like a b*tch, I'ma make her quit her job
Gave bias to the wrong one, f*cked up my mind
Got like thirty different b*tches, all loving with my time
I ain't never chase hoes, I got millions on my mind
On the phone with these labels, really millions on the line
sh*t, the 0 to 60s, four sections off the line
I just blew a hundred racks, it ain't really take a while
Yeah, I got that kinda money, make my momma quit her job
You the type to buy a kit before you retire your mom
VVS's on my b*tch, make your broke hoe blind
Done had to run me up an M while you n*ggas get high
Sister watch me in my sleep burst a n*gga that I fried
I feel like I heal people but I need healing now
I get high in my body and come back energized
I never had a handout, don't compare your route to mine
Showed me the real you, now I don't want you around
[Chorus]
We can't see eye to eye, you throw shade and tell lies
I just stay out the way cause I don't let sh*t slide
Seen so many change on me, sh*t, I wasn't even surprised
I'm go get what I want then go home and thank God
I be feeling everything, I'm so big on vibes
Got these b*tches trailing me, got three cars full of [?]
I'm so high off exotic, sh*t, it feel like I can fly
No cap, you play with me, I'ma make sure you die
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