JR Writer - To Be A Diplomat Lyrics
To Be A Diplomat Lyrics
To Be A Diplomat Lyrics performed by JR Writer in album History In The Making (2006)
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[Talking]
Uhh, Chea. I done climbed from up under the rock [uhh huh]
Did my hundred miles and runnin
Got through rain, sleet, snow, hail [Chea]
Yo listen scrap, zip ya trap, You lookin at a honorary [Diplomat]
I did this crap from chicken scraps [whoa]
I remember back flippin packs, mixin crack when [Diplomat]
Wasn't even on my mind [mind]
Fine rewind time when a G was on the grind and a [Diplomat]
Wasn't there feedin me a dime [o.k.]
Had to sit in the storm at six in the morn I been a [Diplomat]
Ever since a nigga was born mars [lets go]
I battled the best, dazzled the rest to be a [Diplomat]
I done had to tackle some vets
Yes, now it's true indeed who is he [who's he] I got Diplomatic Immunity [uhh]
What can y'all do to me [what]
I wasn't given a set, I had to give 'em my best
They ain't just give me respect or ship me a check [stupid]
It had a nigga in stress [why] cause Juelz just got signed [uhh huh]
And you know Jimmy was next, so [what]
In the mean time I was mobbin the streets [o.k.]
Any cat come through getting robbed for his sneaks
Shit I ain't have a dollar to eat [so what]
So I got mad and sat on the phone for two hours with Zeke
Like you don't know man I'm struggling [struggling]
What y'all ain't feelin J [y'all ain't feelin me]
Whattup with Killa [Killa] man I got bills to pay [word]
And I'm tryin to avoid jail, trippin homes
Hit his phone and it keep goin to the voicemail
Zeke like relax, don't let it get to ya brain
I know the shit seem insane but we done been through the same mang
We ain't just land in the burbs, we had to scramble and swerve
You know Cam is a man of his word, word [word]
That's when I had to get my hand on a bird
Call my cousin Nino up, go handle some herb
It got dumb ugly, son trust me [trust me]
Off the stoop, fuck the coupe shit the hoop small enough to be a punch buggy
Those were the bad days [days] all in the gat play [blat]
Car filthy, like we use the floor as a ash trey
We ain't give a shit in the lane [no] like the whip was a Range
On top of that we was sick of the train ay [what]
We used to sit in the rain [rain]
My vision is vivid, dig it I lived it, nigga picture this pain mang [picture it]
[From: LyricsMansion.com - To Be A Diplomat by JR Writer]
Way before we ever murdered it and brought a whip
We used to have to walk from 30th to 45th [whoa]
Sit on a stoop, sick with no loot [sick]
On my rap shit when I had to get up with Gucc
For a battle or a sypher I'm compatible to lifers
Had to battle and to dazzle, ain't a cat you know that's nicer [whooo]
That was battling for loot, battle for ya boots
One or two cats got easy, started battles by the groups [I'm right here]
Had to think like these battles still gon' have me on the stoop
So I said while you battle I'll be passin by in coupes [eert]
Now I style in the slums, Italian Air Ones [whoa]
Yellin holla back hater [hater] the album is done [done]
Two hundred out the gates [two hundred] two hundred in ya face [two hundred]
Platinum plaques on Koch [uhh huh] true stuntin on you snakes
Just rollin on some cake, I could show you what it takes to be a [Diplomat]
[Talking]
Come holla at me man
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