Diary of a Mad Black Man

[Chorus: Wakai]
Pray it don't take me
Pray it don't
I pray it don't take me
I pray it don't

[Verse 1: Wakai]
Burnt like spliffs in a blizzard
Learn the sickness niggas venting off
Malt liquor religions, claiming pockets itching
Pitching maybe killing
Difference when I listen, nodding off I'm in the distance
Too malicious, I shifted I made a way
To the savior like take me away
Safe to say I'm never ducking a play
Growing up I played the cut unless it's something to say
Mind you homies passing away
Pass me the lighter I'm a striker writer
Everything I lost only cost me a lifer
Head first scuba diver
When he spit it's like detonations of choppas
To revelations I got you

[Chorus: Wakai]
Pray it don't take me
Pray it don't
I pray it don't take me
I pray it don't

[Verse 2: MARCO PLUS]
I'm only left with what I'm left with
This life shit turning into Tetris
The vice grips of debt broke the metrics
Slight drift of snow niggas know what they can't mess with
It's tough when you don't see the vinyl simulation section
Or the remnants of the pressure we can sort it when it's destined
We can scheme it out
Crossing out the urgency of burdens and my whereabouts
Topping leaderboards is a disservice need absurd amounts
If we 'gon really eat, fuck is clout
If you betting on my downfall you lost already
The sauce leaked I was mad cause the shit wasn't ready
I gave you everything you needed to succeed or crash out
Bad bitch hella innocent, leave him assed out

[Chorus: Wakai]
Pray it don't take me
Pray it don't
I pray it don't take me
I pray it don't

[Verse 3: Fly Anakin]
I really be outside the sun dying my dreads
High on the ledge
And when I jump no I ain't dying
Bitch I'm flying instead
I'm tryna get bread
Bad bitches tryna give head
Cause my mind is ahead
I might have to give her what she asking for
A classy hoe who down to eat the dick
And let the ratchet blow
Put a worm in the spliff, she say she never had no wax before
And never had a nigga with no cash before
And she ain't the type to run off
But she can't know where I stash it though
Chicago Jordan 1s, I feel like Mike in '85
Where I'm from you gotta fight to stay alive
The demons tryna break your stride
I take a trip like I take a drive
Down 285, the crazy highs of psilocybin tryna kill my lazy pry
I remember I ain't have it at all
Now I'm obsessed with having it all
I need to win my backs to the wall
Making master plans with my niggas
Puffing passing a raw
I'm too obsessive over this shit
I think my passion a flaw
Damn

[Chorus: Wakai]
Pray it don't take me
Pray it don't
I pray it don't take me
I pray it don't