Diary of a Broke Nigga

[Verse 1] Look inside the eyes of a broke nigga See the stress on his face Look at his heart, ain't no love in the place What's on his mind? - murder, money and mayhem If he don't see a dollar somebody visiting Satan He grabbed his gat from under the mattress, he cocked it back Then grabbed his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat Looked in the mirror and said, "times is hard" So hard that he got gray hair on his balls - pause In the ghetto, you destined to fall That's why it's a must that we ball That's why he on the corner lurkin', waitin' for a mothafucka to slip Soon as he see the chance, he takin' a risk What should you do, when this nigga snatch you out of your whip Empty out your pockets then snatch what's on your neck and your wrist---NOTHING! Cuz when the gat in ya mouth, so speechless Any false move and ya brains on the CE-ment It gets gutter, when niggas starvin' Niggas will run inside ya house, kill you on target--heartless This is way beyond a cold thriller This the diary of a broke nigga [Hook: Kendrick Lamar & Giddy] PUMP PUMP Everybody lay down on the ground Give me whatever you got right now PUMP PUMP Everybody lay down on the floor Give me whatever you got plus more When times is hard and I'm prayin' for change My funds is low when I need some change WOP WOP Make sure you hide your goods when I come mista You dealin' with the diary of a broke nigga [Verse 2] It's been a whole month he still ain't see no paper Nigga losin' weight every time that he wake up Plus, he tired of askin' niggas for favors Cuz when they got mad they throw it back in his face That's foul, flagrant this nigga been slavin' In the spot all week still ain't see no paper, that's fucked up They say don't bite the hand that feeds you but if that hand don't feed you where would that leave you? Now that the stress come Can't turn back the hands of time Got him thinkin' back on what he should've done First thing on his mind now get a gun Shit you gotta eat, and you got a son And a daughter, now that's two mouths to feed And that money seems far like miles to reach But it's right there But his brain clouded Life on the wrong road can't reroute it Caught the nigga, and showed him what that heater do If you don't feed your wolves your wolves eat you This is way beyond a cold thriller This the diary of a broke nigga [Hook] WOP WOP Everybody lay down on the ground Give me whatever you got right now WOP WOP Everybody lay down on the floor Give me whatever you got plus more When times is hard and I'm prayin' for change My funds is low when I need some change WOP WOP Make sure you hide your goods when I come mista Ya dealin' with the diary of a broke nigga