I just need y'all
to bear with me
for a minute
while I talk about
the pages of my diary
Yeah
listen up
I remember when
I got started
my intention was to win
But a lot of s**t
changed since then some
more friends became
enemies in the
quest of victory
But I made a vow
never let this s**t
get to me I let it pass
so I consider
that part of my history
And I'm strong
financially, physically
mentally I'm on
a whole 'nother level
And don't forget that
I came from the ghetto
Sold my new house
for my moms that's
special I let you
going shopping till your
feet get tired then a
New Benz just for you
to ride in
when I didn't have it
you provided
Don't be surprised
that I built an enterprise
and my house got a view
of the city like a highrise
I'm just talking
to my diary
I'm just talking to my diary
when I open up my book
I think about the world
later no ink in the pen, no
lines on the paper I'm just
I'm just, I'm just
I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just
I'm just talking to my diary
sometimes when I've got
a lot of s**t on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky
you probably thinkin' I'm
high I'm just
I'm just, I'm just
I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just
I'm just talking to my diary
Now puff-puff-pass that
a n***a having flashbacks
I remember
how it used to be
Now my money like
NASDAQ, my checks
you can cash that
I remember
how it used to be
I used to be a
starving artist so I would
never start an artist
this is my passion
it's where my heart is
It gets the hardest
when I think about
the dearly departed
like the n***a
that I started with
I know Eazy can
see me now looking down
through the clouds
and regardless I know
my n***a still proud
It's been a while
since we spoke
but you still my folks
we used to sit back
laugh and joke
Now I remember when
we used to do all-nighters
you in the booth and
Cube in the corner writing
Where Ren at?
Shout out to
my n**a Yella
damn I miss that
s**t a n***a having
Flashbacks when I open
up my book I think about
the world later no ink in
the pen, no lines
on the paper I'm just
I'm just, I'm just
I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just
I'm just talking to my diary
sometimes when I've got
a lot of s**t on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky
you probably thinkin'
I'm high I'm just
I'm just, I'm just
I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just
I'm just, I'm just
talking to my diary