Brvndo & Compacity - The Diary Lyrics

All I need is one take to make your album sound like a mixtape
Y'all really fake, and y'all really hate
But y'all pretty late, y'all just got to the table
I already ate, stood on my two feet like a grown man
Learned who was real, and who was fake, and who ain't fam
Went from 9 to 5, from being broke to selling grams
Now I'm looking at it all, like damn, shit
It might be my luck, many dead, but I'm still here with my double cup
Blue label, when I double up on the island somewhere, getting double f*cked
The life of the pretty boy, pretty bitches, pretty whips and some pretty toys
Bigger trips, bigger flips, making little noise
With my third eye open for the deep voice
Shit, been through a lot, seen a lot, felt a lot
Shit, life's hard, if I had to do it all over I wouldn't change a thing, you heard, facts
I don't know why, why I flow
How music just touched my soul
How people just come and go I guess it's easy to say
It's harder to love, but easy to hate
It's harder to give, but easy to take
There's plenty that live, and many that break
Many fell victim to the system
But it takes wisdom to build a kingdom
Not many are built for it
Too many act tough, get locked up, and killed for it
Next day, candles lit under the streetlights
Families grieving, that shit never hits right
I'm better off living, chase no clout, bitch, I'm self-driven
Changed my route, guess who's winning
Killed all doubts, cut the red ribbon