Before the Diary - Lil B

I ain’t wait last night

And my stomach is hurting

And the game is so funny

The same shoes

Let me talk to you

This is worst, man, I must admit

Let me say, man

I need a spoon or a plate

To fill myself, man

I realised man, this shit was in my veins

Brought mom food home, middle school stop playing

Niggas got murked in the sto'

9 to 10 making 20 dollars a day

Add more to my day

You know what I’m saying?

And this music across the street

Thank you Berkely I respect that

Ain’t gotta check that, you feel me

05 fuck 'em, this my diary

I was burning inside

No lighters, no options

But a black and mild, with weed at a tip

You know what I’m saying?

Take a hit

05 fuck 'em

(Outro: Lil B)

This my diary before the diary, coming, my mind and my soul, 05 fuck 'em,

London what it do, Lou Poucus what it do, man, London I see you,

Shout out my dude Keyboard Kid, man what it do