Diary Of Jin Lyrics

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 serious 



Verse 1: 

Aiyo I'm mad Free, you actin' like I ain't the one 

Why they keep callin' me Bruce Lee's grandson? 

Recognize me, the kid from 106 is back 

"Yo what the fuck 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 songs 

Wasn't tryin' to come out with no half-ass shit (nah) 

So I had to get it straight like half past six 

No matter what I drop, I still hear complaints 

Some say I'm crossin' over, some beefin' cause I ain't 

Man 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 pen 

You think you know, but you have no idea 

It's the diary of Jin (Come again) 



OH NO! 

Make sure you know that Jin's the name 

Only Chinese kid in the game 

OH NO! 

Cause when I spit I'll flip the script 

And it'll never be the same 

OH NO! 

You must be twisted in the brain 

If you thinkin' that I'm lame 

OH NO! 

I'm puttin' these rappers to shame 

And now the industry is sayin' 



Verse 2: 

Even my standards got higher, I used to settle for head 

Now I walk through Chinatown like a ghetto celeb (???Joh Mat-ye???) 

Just like a pro-fessor, teachin' the same lesson 

Different 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 boo 

See 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 assume 

That all I'm tryin' to do is stick my dick in they womb 

I'm on the search, for the baddest in the city 

When 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 him 

Then you wanna ask for me 

OH NO! 

Just because you got some nice titties 

You think you gettin' in for free 

OH NO! 

Findin' out your girl's a ho 

Am I really the one to blame? 

OH NO! 

Sittin' in the back of flicks 

While she's givin' me brain 



Verse 3: 

I spit for b-boys pop lockin', haters cock blockin' 

Mad cause they albums not droppin' 

It's the fourth quarter, wide-out with a option 

You throwin out of bounds hopin' that the clock's stoppin' 

The word is out you heard about the kid through word of mouth 

A lot of heads in the industry is scurred I'm out 

I'm every A&Rs nightmare, yeah he can freestyle 

But can he write, yeah this verse right here (yeah) 

Can't wait to see, my cd in the charts 

Now that I think about it, gettin' signed's the easiest part 

The industry is shady, lot of bullshiters in here 

Hell naw I won't pay to get my shit on the air 

Lose your hunger, be the one that they leave in the ditch 

That's why I spit like my contract don't even exist 

Believe in the hype, see I'm squeezin' the mic 

That's why they like "Jesus Christ, he is nice" 



OH NO! 

I'm the new kid on the block 

And you thinkin' that I ain't hot 

OH NO! 

Now you hopin' when I drop 

That my albums gonna flop 

OH NO! 

This kid can only freestyle 

He ain't really gonna last 

OH NO! 

Don't think cause I'm gettin' cash 

That I still won't rip your ass, no 

HOMO!