Joe’s Diary Lyrics

Mede tare a na awae

Mes) aa na ate

Sometimes I want to cry

Want to touch some Benjamins before I die

S3 mframa gyina me mu no de3

Bro I'm always going to fight

Baabi a maduru no boy 3ny3 br)fosem

Baabi a maduru no meka mekyer3 wos3 3ny3 thugs3m

Mep3 sika b3y3 danma w) mensam

Lot of niggas finna slow my process

So I don't fuck with them

I got my life in my own hands

I'm not the type to follow trends

I got my own plan

I'm bold stepping in the flames

I can't fold man

This a young man fighting hard as hell

So he won't die a broke man

Hello poppa you should see me now

I'm sure as hell if you did

You'd be freaking out

Cus I done skipped college

Just to pick rapping uh

Do not trip yet,I got Allah

And I trust He going to lead me up

When you plan it do it

My nigga fuck the excuses

I rather sweat now than chill now

And look stupid in the future

Got a brain and I'm gone use it

To the point where if you need my time

You got to book it

That's how it is nigga

I'm all about biz nigga

I can't work for free

Got to pay my bills

No more phony stuff

Time to keep it real nigga

Ima tell the truth no matter what

Fuck how you feel nigga

Fuck how you feel nigga

Time to grow up

Got no time to sugarcoat shit bro

The girls I love do not love me back

One thing they taught my ass

Is they love the cash over everything

I told myself to go and stack

Dream big,chase them,become a better man

Plenty women bound to come and go

And most of em won't stick around

When your ass is broke

So fore you waste your energy on some goddamn ho

Take your time and ask yourself

Is she worth my 0s

The friends you keep around

It has a lot to say bout you

So I'm very cautious and too stealth

With the ones I choose

They said I'm filled with pride

Because me and em barely vibe

Truth is that I realized

We don't got no common views

So why waste my time trying to be a mean gangster

Look ain't with that gang shit

I'm trying to be better

I'm trying to stay alive

Rap and bag huge cheddars

Hate is heavy for my heart

So I give out love to whoever

God gave me this talent for a reason

So I'm obliged to win souls

With the verses I be preaching

Can't come in here and be talking bout some peaches

I'm here for more than just to win

Some plaques and new fans

I'm on a mission brother

I seen a lot of my fellow artists

Going stir crazy

Over who is and who is not

Fucking with them

I want to tell you all

To fuck everybody

Just keep doing your shit

It's going to fall in the hands

Of the right crowd,peace