[Party Arty] Mommy got high Daddy was a cop My brother got fly Me I was a flop Was supposed to play ball, college and go pro Instead I wanna rap, bust gats and smoke 'dro And if you don't know, 'bout a nigga like P This is The Diary, without MTV I grew up in the Bronx, New York City Home of Hip-Hop, and it ain't nothin' pretty Everything's dirty 'til it breaks my heart So I play my part 'til I make the charts And I keep it gully, I'mma say my part All the girls they love me, I'm like the ace of hearts But you don't know what I'm into, or what I've been through Might sound sentimental on instrumental I went through so much and remembered so little From the lights to the ice my life is no riddle