Dear Diary

[Intro]
Shy!

[Verse]
Super duper lit now
Call up my mummy job, quick, tell her quit now
Talk yo shit
With my belly and my tongue out
They wanna taste my milkshake, bring the boys out
Know what that noise 'bout
Don't ask me no questions
'Bout who be the hottest
When you got it, you got it
If you copy, you not it
Counterfeit mamis, where you got it, you got it
My body feel so poppin'
My energy is so strong, it do the hater blocking
Protect from weapons that's formed by any
Goon or goblin, it's really not an option

Mask on, mask off, real nigga, face off
Who gon' let them things bark?
Who gon' hit the asphalt?
Junglepussy task force, know we got it
Gotta test them niggas so you know who really poppin'
Real life kicks in once the tweeting stop
Your wi-fi ain't working
We heard about the things you did to earn that Birkin
How many reblogs was it? Baby was it worth it?
Ain't nothin' like a couple likes to make you feel perfect
Ain't nothin' like a couple vines of Fefe Dobson twerking
R. Kelly lurking, I got tabloids taking pics
JP napping on Jill Scott's tits
And she be dreaming about making hits
Reflecting all up in the mirror
God made me so perfect
Just to stunt straight flex on the fellas who curved it
If you don't want me, you're a liar, dude or are you just nervous
Some relationships are cute but some serve no purpose
And my flow so smooth like I'm talking in cursive
And my records got groove like I'm jamming with Curtis
Mayfield, straight peel right after I swerve it
Right after I burn it
Don't want my new boo to be a rapper
Rather a nerd or an African actor
I keep my crib full of love and laughter
But sometimes a girl just wants her booty smacked up
While my hair wrapped up, I still be looking good
Wake up next to me and you gon' get that morning wood
I know you think you could, I'm in the wish-a-nigga-woods
My first love is good pussy, fresh Backwoods
Light it up
This beat make me want in-studio gymnastics
I should hire dude acrobats to do backflips
So I could stare at their nutsacks while I'm rapping
And I can barely stop mi ass cheeks dem from clapping
Oh, no! Booty poppin' syndrome
Ohhh, mi dear!

[Outro: Spoken]
It's not just about wanting it
Where ya vision?
What do you see?
For yaself and
Those around you
I know what I want
And I know what I don't want
Everyone has desires
I'm creating my own world
I reside in a realm of my own
Yet I still know
How to coexist amongst the many others
I look at all the successful ppl in the world
Feeling more sure of myself than ever
Nothing is impossible to me
There was a thin line between
Being blessed and success
Now that shit is a blurr....