Lyrics Diary - Bryce Bowden

Dear diary, every time I write raps it's fire to me
So tell me why labels ain't signing me?
How can I have this much drive and it's never tiring, without it being at least a little inspiring?
Dear diary, I find as much time as I put in grinding they blind to see I might just be the next big thing
If I just shine a little bit brighter I might just heat
Up enough that I can light my sweet, yeah
Dear diary
(Dear diary)
I got this little, passion of mine since back '09
Rappin', that's why they call me Rapper for Hire, actual fire
Believe myself so much I'd never trust an actual liar
But not conceited I'm just out here and tryin'
All of my life I been riding or riding shotgun with the shotgun behind us
Always making it plus so it's never minus
So never mind us, drop gems regularly just to remind 'em
(Yes sir)
May have started local but I'm on a roll now
Can't nobody ever tell me that I need to slow down
I'll make an album in the middle of the corona virus
Might have been down bad but that ain't how I finna' go out
(No)

Until I started runnin' a package I couldn't put it down in front of the masses
(In front of the masses)
I went from being clowned in all of my classes to putting it down in front of the masses
(In front of the masses)
I prayed for it but them days kept passing, tryna' be seen in front of the masses
(In front of the masses)
Now I'm the one that everyone keeps asking for I stand tall in front of the masses
(I wrote this shit in my diary)

Yeah
We cooking in the motherfucking kitchen
This exactly what the streets have been missin'
We got fish scale but we ain't fishing
King Felix but we ain't really pitching
Music give you chills but we ain't selling crills
Can't get pinched on this mission I done put too much in this, you feel me?
I came up from slanging and hanging them corners late
Graduated to places orders and bringing in out of state
Ever since I picked up the pencil I whipped they ass into shape
And if I can say it myself I spit this shit pretty great, ugh
Every word, every tape
Broken bones, yellow tape
Bitches with me she a eight at least or I send her back to her mommas place
I done cut 'em off for less than trying to eat off my plate
Throw this beat to me and guarantee it hit it outer space, we beat 'em
Dear diary I can't believe it
I been following this since before I was a fetus
I know it sound cliche but to me Lord I really need this, dear diary

Until I started runnin' a package I couldn't put it down in front of the masses
(In front of the masses)
I went from being clowned in all of my classes to putting it down in front of the masses
(In front of the masses)
I prayed for it but them days kept passing, tryna' be seen in front of the masses
(In front of the masses)
Now I'm the one that everyone keeps asking for I stand tall in front of the masses
(I wrote this shit in my diary)