[Intro]

Alright, entry five-thirty-one

Yeah, uh, uh

[Verse]

If I die tonight, it be the realest shit I ever wrote

Never broken even though I'm hella broke

Contemplatin' sellin' dope

Too hungry to crack a smile

Nigga, I ain't tellin' jokes

I ain't Mike Epps

These niggas bare arms like biceps and triceps

I try and stay a step ahead, for now I can't even afford to high-step

Feel the devil breathin' down my neck

Outran the demons as long as I could

But now I'm trapped in the cul-de-sac

"One must face his demons" is the moral of the story

Locked in the room, smokin' the blunt and sippin' the forty

My supervisor say lately I been performin' poorly

This nine-to-five ain't for me, but I got to raise a shorty, surely

I like to go a different route

But this music shit ain't payin' so I got to stick it out

Life is stressin' nigga out, I feel like I'm 'bout to lose it

Such a competitor, I ain't been listenin' to music

Silence is soothin', hardly snoozin' like an insomniac

Tryna get spins like laundromats

Overly dedicated, driven like Pontiac

I got the pedal to the metal over the base and the treble

I'm a rebel, my mind on another level

So my thoughts travel from a higher plateau

I'm channelin' my inner Satchmo

This be that jazz, don't forget about your ash trays

And ride to a nigga [?] not to cascade, ayy

If I die tonight, this be the realest shit I ever wrote

Quotes from the diary

These thoughts are the only way to float from society

Copin' through anti-sobriety

[Outro]

Daddy, you come play with me?

Yeah, baby, I'm comin' right now