Dear Diary Masta Ace

[Intro]
Do you ever sing a little song like this
When you get up in the morning?

[Chorus: Ray Thomas & Masta Ace]
Dear diary, (Yo) what a day it’s been (Now I hope you ain’t releasin’ another album)
Dear diary, it's been just like a dream (Let me ask you something)

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
Ayo Ace, don't tell me you thinkin' about a return
I'm kind of concerned, when will you old cats ever learn?
It's time to hang it up when you stand on your last leg
When you don't write on the reg and your future is past dead
I'ma tell you ‘cause none of these cats will
You can't still try to rely on your rap skill
You ain't got nothin’ behind you and believe me
Not a label out that gon’ find you and want to sign you
Write your rhymes in the shower, you’re washed up
If there was a law against wack shit, you'd be locked up
These cats in the game pretend that they your friend
But as soon as you walk away, they talkin’ ‘bout you again
Half your old group don't like you and want to fight you
And even made songs about you to try to spite you
Big Beat dropped you and said that you can't sell
And they ain't had a hit since before Pac was in jail
It's like the shit’s up under your nose and you can't smell
Hell, you probably older than Blu Cantrell
You can't tell? It's over, capital O-V-E-R
And that's just in case you can't spell, c'mon