The Diary ft. Compacity Lyrics

All I need is one take to make your album sound like a mixtape

Y'all really fake, and y'all really hate

But y'all pretty late, y'all just got to the table

I already ate, stood on my two feet like a grown man

Learned who was real, and who was fake, and who ain't fam

Went from 9 to 5, from being broke to selling grams

Now I'm looking at it all, like damn, shit

It might be my luck, many dead, but I'm still here with my double cup

Blue label, when I double up on the island somewhere, getting double fucked

The life of the pretty boy, pretty bitches, pretty whips and some pretty toys

Bigger trips, bigger flips, making little noise

With my third eye open for the deep voice

Shit, been through a lot, seen a lot, felt a lot

Shit, life's hard, if I had to do it all over I wouldn't change a thing, you heard, facts

I don't know why, why I flow

How music just touched my soul

How people just come and go I guess it's easy to say

It's harder to love, but easy to hate

It's harder to give, but easy to take

There's plenty that live, and many that break

Many fell victim to the system

But it takes wisdom to build a kingdom

Not many are built for it

Too many act tough, get locked up, and killed for it

Next day, candles lit under the streetlights

Families grieving, that shit never hits right

I'm better off living, chase no clout, bitch, I'm self-driven

Changed my route, guess who's winning

Killed all doubts, cut the red ribbon