Jin - Diary Of Jin Lyrics
Oh No (Diary Of Jin)What you thought that was it for Jin?You thought I was done....OH NO!You can't be seriousVerse 1:Aiyo I'm mad Free, you actin' like I ain't the oneWhy they keep callin' me Bruce Lee's grandson?Recognize me, the kid from 106 is back"Yo what the ***** took you so long to get this track?"I've been in the studio all along (uh huh)Finished my album twice then threw away all the songsWasn't tryin' to come out with no half-ass shit (nah)So I had to get it straight like half past sixNo matter what I drop, I still hear complaintsSome say I'm crossin' over, some beefin' cause I ain'tMan over rap, I used to catch beef with my pops (???Lei mo goh cha???)Now all he does is ask me when my album's gonna drop (haha)I'm trapped in a catch 22 (22s?)Cause I want respect, but wanna bling like Cash Money too (Bling)I'm startin' fires with the penYou think you know, but you have no ideaIt's the diary of Jin (Come again)OH NO!Make sure you know that Jin's the nameOnly Chinese kid in the gameOH NO!Cause when I spit I'll flip the scriptAnd it'll never be the sameOH NO!You must be twisted in the brainIf you thinkin' that I'm lameOH NO!I'm puttin' these rappers to shameAnd now the industry is sayin'Verse 2:Even my standards got higher, I used to settle for headNow I walk through Chinatown like a ghetto celeb (???Joh Mat-ye???)Just like a pro-fessor, teachin' the same lessonDifferent broads, but always the same question"What's up with double R? The Lox be bringin' drama (Ummm..)Oh and tell DMX I want to be his baby mama (geez girl)Ain't you supposed to be in Fast and Furious 2?"Yeah I am, hold up that ass is serious booSee that's what's up, now I'm tryin' to dig her out (Owww)Gas her up and let her think she got me figured out (Owww)Soon as I skip in the room, chicks quick to assumeThat all I'm tryin' to do is stick my dick in they wombI'm on the search, for the baddest in the cityWhen I find her, I'ma trade it all like Fabolous and Diddy (Girl I'll trade it all)But until then, I'll never trick and that's it (HAHAHA)Alright I'm lyin', maybe just a little bit (Sike, hahaha)OH NO!First you wanna talk about himThen you wanna ask for meOH NO!Just because you got some nice tittiesYou think you gettin' in for freeOH NO!Findin' out your girl's a hoAm I really the one to blame?OH NO!Sittin' in the back of flicksWhile she's givin' me brainVerse 3:I spit for b-boys pop lockin', haters ***** blockin'Mad cause they albums not droppin'It's the fourth quarter, wide-out with a optionYou throwin out of bounds hopin' that the clock's stoppin'The word is out you heard about the kid through word of mouthA lot of heads in the industry is scurred I'm outI'm every A&Rs nightmare, yeah he can freestyleBut can he write, yeah this verse right here (yeah)Can't wait to see, my cd in the chartsNow that I think about it, gettin' signed's the easiest partThe industry is shady, lot of bullshiters in hereHell naw I won't pay to get my shit on the airLose your hunger, be the one that they leave in the ditchThat's why I spit like my contract don't even existBelieve in the hype, see I'm squeezin' the micThat's why they like "Jesus Christ, he is nice"OH NO!I'm the new kid on the blockAnd you thinkin' that I ain't hotOH NO!Now you hopin' when I dropThat my albums gonna flopOH NO!This kid can only freestyleHe ain't really gonna lastOH NO!Don't think cause I'm gettin' cashThat I still won't rip your ass, noHOMO!
