Look inside the eyes of a broke nigga, see the stress on his face, look at his heart
Ain't no love in the place, what's on his mind?
Murder money and mayhem, if he don't see a dollar, somebody visiting Satan
He grabbed his gap from under the mattress, he cocked it back
Then grabbed his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat
Looked in the mirror and said, times is hard, so hard that he got gray hair on his paws
Pause, in the ghetto, we destined to fall, that's why it's a must that we ball
That's why he on the corner lurking, waiting for a motherfucker to slip
Soon as he see the chance, he taking a risk, what should you do?
When this nigga snatch you out of your whip, empty out your pockets
The statue's on your neck and your wrist, nothing
Cause when it get in your mouth, so speechless
Any false move, then your brain's on the cement
It gets gutter, when niggas starving, niggas will run inside your house
Kill you on target, heartless
This is way beyond a cold thriller, just a diary of a broke nigga
Everybody lay down on the ground, give me whatever you got right now
Everybody lay down on the floor, give me whatever you got plus more
When times is hard and I'm praying for change
My funds is low, when I need some change, I'm on the phone
Make sure you add your dust when I come missing
You're dealing with a diary of a broke nigga
It's been a whole month, he still ain't seen no paper
Nigga lose the weight every time that he wake up
Plus, he tired of asking niggas for favors
Cause when they get mad, they throw it back in his face
That's foul, slavery, this nigga been slaving
In the spot all week, still ain't seen no paper, that's fucked up
They say don't bite the hand that feeds you
But if that hand don't feed you, where would that leave you?
Now that the stress come, can't turn back the hands of time
Got him thinking back on what he should've done
First thing on his mind now, get a gun
Shit, you gotta eat, and you got a son, and a daughter
Now that's two mouths to feed, and that money seem far like miles to reach
But it's right there, but it's brain clouded
Life on the wrong road, can't reroute it
Caught that nigga, now show them what that heater do
If you don't feed your wolves, your wolves eat you
This is way beyond a cold thriller
This the diary of a broke nigga
Everybody lay down on the ground
Give me whatever you got right now
Everybody lay down on the floor
Give me whatever you got plus more
When times is hard, and I'm praying for change
My funds are slow, when I need some change, I bumble on
Make sure you hide your goods when I come missin'
You're dealing with the diary of a broke nigga
