P&P

[Produced By King Blue] [Intro] Oh what up, ho? Oh, what up? I said oh, what up, ho? Oh, what up? I said oh, what up, ho? Oh, what up? Well, alright [Hook] I'm going through something with life But pussy and Patron will make you feel alright Pussy and Patron make you feel alright Pussy and Patron, that's some great advice [Verse 1] Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs Something to inspire me, rather than society's Woes, let me go, let me shine a lil' bit love I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club I used to have a 9 to 5, fresh out of school that was '05 That bitch was racist, got me fired, ever since then I had no job Pushing in my mama van, stop for gas on Rosecrans Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did Guilty by association story of my life, nigga You gone make me flip then split your shit, judge give me life, nigga Pain since my grandma's death, uncle killed at Louis's Burgers Hold my tears I tried my best, let it go drench my pullover Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin's margin Maintaining my modest, modest as I dream So while I go through all this, all this bullshit what you call it Life itself I know it helps let me scroll through my Blackberry [Hook] [Verse 2] I said keep reading my diary, when my life's entirely Surrounded by the irony of living in the city I said they wouldn't hire me, I said I got my ass beat And the only thing can help is ass and some titties So what's up, baby? I said what's up? I had a long day and I really wanna fuck See I ain't tryna think about no phone bills Credit card late fees, Capital One popping up on my caller ID Pawning my chain in the shop, watching for hollow-tip shots Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block Man that's my worst fear, ain't that your worst fear You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears Or run through a pothole at two in the morning Scared to hit your emergencies cause them they'll be on it See I know when the harsh reality take it's toll Open up your contacts then scroll [Hook] [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Welcome to my diary, hmm.. where should I begin? Finna get a Swisher and fill it with at least a gram Crackers watch my every step, better yet they work my every nerve Cutting me this worthless check, the concept is so absurd Like a church in debt, a turtle in a turtle neck Convertibles with turbo jets, fueled by 7-Up and prometh I feel like deaths around the corner like the quickest wide receiver So I took another shot, Tequila hit me like a nina My sky's gray, my bitches brighter Always saying lights please, J. Cole's her ghost writer And I'm the God MC, join my diocese Free your mind, don't mind society And finally, everyone got their own problems Everything is subject to change like broken dollars I'ma drown in my drink and swim in my woman's vagina Like a piranha fin it, gets harder than Rihanna when [Hook]