Jay Rock - Diary Of A Broke n***a lyrics

[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 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 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 lurking, waiting for a motherf**er to slip Soon as he see the chance, he taking a risk What should 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, cause when the gat in your mouth, so speechless Any false move, then your brain's on the cement It gets gutter when n***as starving n***as will run inside your house, k** you on target, heartless This is way beyond a cold thriller This the diary of a broke n***a [Chorus: 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 praying for change My funds is low, when I need some change, I'ma...) "Pump, pump" Make sure you hide your goods when I come mister You're dealing with the diary of a broke n***a [Jay Rock] It's been a whole month, he still ain't seen no paper n***a losing weight every time that he wake up Plus, he tired of asking n***as for favors cause when they get mad, they throw it back in his face That's foul, flagrant, this n***a been slaving in the spot all week, still ain't seen 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 thinking back on what he should have 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 two mouths to feed And that money seem far, like miles to reach But it's right there, but his brain cloudy Life on the wrong road, can't reroute it Caught that n***a, then 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 n***a [Chorus]