Verse 1:
Look inside the eyes of a broke ^!$$%
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 @@#!ed 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 motha$#&@a to slip
Soon as he see the chance, he takin' the risk
The %#@! you do, when this ^!$$% 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 ya mouth, so speechless
Any false move and ya brains on the CE-ment

It gets gutter, when ^!$$%s starvin'
^!$$%s will run inside ya house, kill you on target-heartless
This is way beyond a cold thriller

This the diary of a broke ^!$$%

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 ^!$$%

Verse 2:

It's been a whole month he still ain't see no paper
^!$$% losin' weight every time that he wake up
Plus, he tired of askin' ^!$$%s for favors

Cause when they got mad they throw it back in his face
That's foul, flagrant this ^!$$% been slavin'
In the spot all week still ain't see no paper that's $#&@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
%#@! 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 ^!$$%, 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 ^!$$%


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 ^!$$%