Talking to My Diary

I just need ya'll to bare with me for a minute
While I talk about the pages of my diary
Listen up, uh

I remember when I got started my intention was to win
But a lot of shit changed since then
Some old friends became enemies in the quest of victory
But I made a vow, never let shit 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
So a new house for my mums that's special
I'll let you go and shop until your feet get tired
And 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 high rise

I'm just talkin' to my diary
I'm just talkin' 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 talkin' to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talkin' to my diary
Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinking I'm high
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talkin' to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talkin' to my diary

Now puff puff pass that and niggas 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 starve an artist
This is my passion, it's where my heart is

It gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departed
Like this nigga that I started with
I know Eazy can see me now looking down through the clouds
And regardless I know my nigga 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 Ran at? Shout out to my nigga Yella
Damn I miss that, 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 talkin' to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talkin' to my diary
Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinking I'm high
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talkin' to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talkin' to my diary