Diary Of A Broken Nigga Lyrics - Jay Rock

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 

Warzone is mine--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 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' the risk 

The shit 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 

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Chorus: 

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 

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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 2 mouths to feed 

And that money seems far like miles to reach 

But it's right there 

But it's bright and cloudy 

Life on the wrong road can't reroute it 

Caught the nigga, and showed him what that heat will 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 

Chorus: 

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