[Produced by Oscar O'Neill]

Verse 1:
They told me at age 11 that I wouldn't be shit
They told me that I'd be peddling or loading up clips
I used to yell at the reverend while holding my dick
They labeled me a degenerate, the son of a bitch
Said I’m one of the most devilish to ever exist
They’re judging me by the melanin that sticks to my skin
Been telling me since forever to repent for my sins
Now I’m between the bars like I’m Elliot Smith
I'm trying to see some change in the form of respect
I ain't taking about the chains that you sport on your neck
Ever since I came out the womb, I've been flirting with death
So I lock myself in a room, light a smoke and reflect
Scheming ways to improve, change the cards I’ve been dealt
I’m tired of all the bullshit that's causing the welts
King Kong ain't shit compared to this Gorrilla
Hope you feel the diary of New York n***a
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