Dear Diary - sKitz Kraven

All this money but my mind still the darkest

I was happier when I was in apartments

Too live for crews

Wanna kick it

I’ll be charging

Started losing homies

When I turned into an artist

Never saw the vision

They were blinded by my hardships

Thought I was too mental

To addicted to the hard shit

Smoking on a rock

Lately I’ve been on a roll

Waking up in bigger homes

Got me feeling more alone

I swear to God

This year I’ve made more

Than my teachers all combined

They used to tell me I’d be nothing

But a criminal confined

Scooping powder in a line

Or make my school a Columbine

Either way on either day

I guess you’d say I’m killing shit

Life been on my nerves

But I love her at the same time

But if she ever leave me

I’m a kill the bitch

I’m feeling bigger than the rest

Like I’m Wilt and shit

I taught her everything she know

I guess I built the chick

Yeah

But she look finer when mine

My shorty look like JLo

She get finer with time

Spent a Tesla on a table

Like we’re Elon and Grimes

I’m bad and boujee for no reason

Eating pussy with wine

But moneys all that we’re left with

Mortgage on her finger

Birkin bag on her left wrist

My temper getting hotter

I’m not someone to mess with

My net worth getting bigger

I’m who you should invest in

I’m just venting out

In my diary

Ain’t no man alive

That’s as high as me

I’m too busy crying

Please don’t cry to me

Dear diary

Dear diary

Dear diary

Dear diary

Dear diary

I’m cold hearted

I don’t like to be touched

So I just grab her on ass

I squeeze it tight

So I can hold some

You gotta live it just to feel it

Just to know some

I’m in the kitchen cooking chickens up

With both arms

I said you want the tennis or the cuban

Nah I’m fooling

I just bought it all

Cuz I know she want both of em

But then I leave

Randy Moss the way I go long

But that’s because my mental health ain’t right

Brand new house

Not even showing on maps yet

Fake ass rappers

Swear they need em a fact check

How you gotta a Cash App

But still remain cashless

How you get some ass shots

But ain’t got no assets

I’m the answer

You’re just talking bout practice

She over every night

Like she ain’t got a address

Sleeping in Versace

While she dreaming bout Prada

She remind me of my momma

But she calling me dadda