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Roskin Doblin Lyrics by Rheteric Ramirez

Dear Diary

2013

(Verse1)
You ever wonder why the game is so tired ?/All these majors are minor ?/
And even these co-signers require a co-signer/
An they wish I didn’t exist since I did that verse for Busdriver/
Why the fuck you never seen me on a Project Blowed flyer/
Don’t front on an O.G homie please/
Yall shit is two years behind you don’t act your age and you still look older than me/
It’s the R to the H to the T to the E to the R to the I to motherfuckin C/
From the 818 to the 661 or the 626 to the 213/
Sleep walk a tight rope between asshole and psycho I go through the front doe  you leave through the back doe/
Black folks like my White jokes White folks get uncomfortable at my Black jokes/
People think I’m Puerto Rican, Armenian, Creol, or even Mixed/
But in L.A nobody knows either way I’m one hundred percent pimp/
It is what it is I kick game to diss lames  till the day they disengage/
Eitherway I been a king ain't a thing changed step in the ring ding ding/
My name rings bells like King James/
I’mma bad thing to happen to the bitch made/
And I add weight to the big names/
I’m between Ving Rames, a Ring Wraith, and Rick James/
Killin anything within range/
And this is gonna be uuupsetting/
The beginning of the blood—shedding. Going dumber than owing a Dominican money while the mothafuckah be holdin a ma--chete/
This is my house your subletting/
 
I’m  laughin at you cuz your actin a foo/
Been rapping before you thought it was safe to leave yo bedroom/
Blood born calligraphy in the inkwell of my guillotine/
I’m exactly who I’m supposed to be but not always what you may think of me/
I’m from the city where the Fellowship says we will never fall the fuck off but don’t jinx it/
Finish the 40 before you pour it out nobodys dead sobering isn’t it?/
(Yes it is)
You ever woke your car in a taco truck parking lot with your alarm going off thinkin your talking to God
There you are in front of God and the only question that comes to mind is “God is there a heaven for someone with five thousand twitter friends”? /
And the security guard says “Get the fuck outta here puto” Amen/
(Bridge)
They say it's 10% skill and 90% hustle
Its not what you know its who you know Yeah mothafucker/
Say 10% skill and 90% hustle
Fuck who you know it's what I do Now what mothafucker/
(Hook)
See on the low
Yall are on some bitch shit
So no no more politikin
I needed no love since the beginnin 
So I solo hustled 
Hustled like its my mission
(Chorus)
No No No No
No No No No
(Verse2)
I ain't trippin like I know I should/
But theres a reason why it ain't all good/
Like fools from the ghetto that are really just sheltered
And suburban defectors from gentrified hoods
Is livin in L.A like sex on the beach to you just what it should be?/
Or is it like sex on the beach with a girl if sand got in her pussy?/
I wrote this dedicated to the fuckstains of the status quo/
Cuz their ain't no condom in my size my personality ain't broke/
I'm included but not limited to it Put myself through it/
I was clueless as too what I was doin but the truth is/
That I'm feelin like I need an innocence transfusion/
Feelin like I need an innocence transfusion/
Brandy and Coke see a happy hour sign and walk into my brain on a Friday night/
And I was so close the meaning of life like knife to the throat in the middle of the night/
Feeling a little bit tarred and feathered/
Like fire hoses and German Shepards/
But I'm not afraid I"m a problem solver/
Like "What if beer backed the fiate dollar?"/
What a bright Idea your fuckin genius/
I know I am in this world do you believe it/
Standin in the Crown City on the suicide bridge/
Lookin at the bad moon rise thinkin life is a glitch and how I get a kick of the inconvenient truth/
Like i'm being told my future on April fools
Like I'm being told my future on April fools/
(Bridge)
They say it's 10% skill and 90% hustle
Its not what you know its who you know Yeah mothafucker/
Say 10% skill and 90% hustle
Fuck who you know it's what I do Now what mothafucker/
(Hook)
See on the low
Yall are on some bitch shit
So no no more politikin
I needed no love since the beginnin 
So I solo hustled 
Hustled like its my mission
(Chorus) Final
No No No No
No No No No
All lyrics and vocals
Rheteric Ramirez
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