The Diary ft. Compacity

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