[Verse 1 - Jay Rock]
Look inside the eyes of a broke n***a
See the stress on his face
Look at his heart, ain't no love in the place
Wars on his 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 co*ked 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 mothaf**a to slip
Soon as he see the chance, he takin' the risk
The sh** you do, when this n***a 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 n***as starvin'
n***as will run inside ya house, k** you on target, heartless
This is way beyond a cold thriller
This the diary of a broke n***a
[Hook - Kendrick Lamar (Giddy)]
(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 mister
Ya dealin' with the diary of a broke n***a
[Verse 2 - Jay Rock]
It's been a whole month he still ain't see no paper
n***a losin' weight every time that he wake up
Plus, he tired of askin' n***as for favors
Cuz when they got mad they throw it back in his face
That's foul, flagrant, this n***a been slavin'
In the spot all week still ain't see no paper, that's f**ed 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
sh** 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 n***a, 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 n***a
[Hook - Kendrick Lamar (Giddy)]