1. |
Pre 808
03:11
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(Hook)
I've been on my own
I've been wasting all my time
I've been giving up on life
I'm just tryna make it rhyme, man
I've been on my own
I've been wasting all my time
I've been giving up on life
I'm just tryna make it rhyme, like
(Verse 1)
Pre 808 - Post broken heart
Hand in hand with Jesus through the Midwest I've never marched
Never graduated though I thought I'd never start, I
Never got my licence jaw never wired shut, my
Road less traveled had footprints up and down it
Im tryna ride my own lane, twenty-three and haven't found it
So why I haven't made it I just spit the best excuses
Admit defeat to those who told my life was only music
Conveniently assimilate when shit start getting hard
I'll reach my expectations I'm just lowering the bar
I'm lowering the hope for those who think my time is coming
Finish line in sight I haven't even started running
Haven't even laced my shoes up, haven't even seen the track
Haven't even left my room, I locked the door and took a nap
Its been a fucking minute since I said that imma rap
So there's no love lost whenever Diop says he's back
You another lightskin nigga out Toronto tryna spit
Rapping back when it was T.Dot before Drizzy flipped the 6ix
Mixtape on your mommas porch - twenty buckos get it twist
Now I'm cuttin' more lines than these emo kid wrists
I've been soundcloud digging I'm still looking for some quality
Try to find a single filler bar in my discography
All I do is spit that shit that you ain't gettin' used to
Keep em on their toes now every lyric comes with tutus
Every track Usain - every track I run I win
Put your dreams of rap to bed - kiss its forehead, tuck it in
On those dreams of Persain mansion money I'm so Bin Ladin
Still livin' out the gutters mother fuckers been Alladin, nigga
(Hook)
I've been on my own
I've been wasting all my time
I've been giving up on life
I'm just tryna make it rhyme, man
I've been on my own
I've been wasting all my time
I've been giving up on life
I'm just tryna make it rhyme
(Verse 2)
I've been making music - rappin' out my closet
Sober ain't an option - I'm an alcoholic
I've been doin' drugs - I've been doin' drugs a lot
My parents disappointed, not sure 'f I give a fuck or not
Toronto in the winter - Shaq's on my feet
Family lower class - $500 for a beat
I've been saving up my money just to bang in the streets
Then I walk to my friend's crib just so I can eat
New drugs new scene - crowd getting weird
Addition stole my youth, old man in the mirror
Everything I feared turned everything I am, can't
Listen to my old shit - knowing where I land
Nineteen year old me - humbly realistic
Knew my chance was comin' - knew I'd never miss it
Looking back I missed it - no one around me cared
They were happy that I grew up glad I finally cut my hair
Money might not make me happy but poverty definitely doesn't
Always think I had it bad then remind myself of my cousin
Spent my adolescence complaining, he spent his in prison
From watching him play San Andreas to juries making decisions FUCK
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2. |
Switch
03:20
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(Hook)
[Diop]
Humble eyes don't see success just respect (x4)
Always been the best around me
Competition non existent
Wishin' Kanye West had found me
Wish my brother wasn't missin' (x2)
[Verse 1]
I just wanna make music everyday and go home
to a short girl with a fat ass that I can stick my dick in
flirt with my friends and she ain't trippin' -
Damn I love my mistress
I just wanna make music everyday and go home
to a short girl with a fat ass that I can stick my dick in
flirt with my friends and she ain't trippin' -
[MasterSelf]
(Why the flow keep switchin'?)
[Diop]
Niggas tryna roll but they ain't make the cut
Lick this shit down treat the beat like a butt
They ain't think I kill it why they always tryna test me?
Get along with bitches more so all my friends sexy (x2)
(Verse 2)
[Eddie Teach]
I dun know where I'm at I just spawned here
Johnny Blaze in the booth bring alarms here
I need flex in the building drop a bomb here
Act up, I'll break your back with a lawn chair
These motherfuckers think I'm flexin' but I'm not
You an internet thug, dirty two shoes with the cops
My dudes like Steph, pull up anywhere -
And they'll still make the shot - so don't even think about it
No don't even think about it
This game my bitch and I'm gun put a ring around it
My side girl ass is so astounding
Make me wanna hit that shit every couple hours
But I'm focused on hitten' the charts
If they told you I ain't real it's fake news from the start
Eddie Teach is the name engrave it into your heart
This whole world is a stage, I'm just playing my - part.
(Hook)
[Diop]
Humble eyes don't see success just respect (x4)
Always been the best around me
Competition non existent
Wishin' Kanye West had found me
Wish my brother wasn't missin' (x2)
(Verse 3)
I've been steady sinnin' - money keep me grinnin'
Milk carton nigga might not see me for a minute
Why you blue collar livin'? I've been black hoodie killin'
Y'all Toronto sports fans only show up when I'm winnin'
Addicted to my lyrics imma let these niggas jitter
Eyes on your plate - don't be jealous of my dinner
Coming from the city that drops their top in the winter
Drinking getting harder but momma ain't raise a quitter, naw
Had to hit 'em with some new shit, my old shit expired bout to re-up on my warranty
Coming from the 6ix side, city on your shoulders so there's no way to corner me
Career on its death bed, your shit getting cleaned out, Diop a fucking orderly
Give me a fucking name of a rap nigga in the game who's up next more than me
Who's up next more than me? Who's up next more than me?
They used to talk shit, now their compliments are warning me
Who's up next more than me? Who's up next more than me?
They used to talk shit - now fuck you bitch
Who's up next more than me? Who's up next more than me?
They used to talk shit, now their compliments are warning me
Who's up next more than me? Who's up next more than me?
used to talk shit - so fuck you bitch
iuhhn doon, guuht!
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3. |
Masked Up
03:12
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(Intro)
[Franszn]
Fuck with me and stay the fuck out of my way
Fuck with me and stay the fuck out of my way
Fuck with me and stay the fuck out of my way
Said it all before, I'll repeat myself today like,
(Verse 1)
[Diop]
I put on a mask but they don't know the difference
Ledger smile on it, ear to ear is rippin'
Making all this hip-hop, now they all adore me
I've been catchin' bodies, cause they fallin' for me
Nothin' dropped for a month, now they callin' for me
Bueller's homeroom teacher', winnin' always bored me
Competition huntin', I've been ready for them ready for them
Sleepin' on my back and imma leave them snorin'
Makin' sure they comfy, don't chu dare disturb 'em
Ask me for a feature, act like I ain't heard 'em
I've been busy workin', so I'm never workin'
Fuck a nine-to-five, this shit is too importan'
Spit it then I write it, perform it then I record it
I'd be rich if I rented booth time but can't afford it, my
Family used to squeeze out keys like accordions
Back to being broke, from ballin' to borrowin'
(Hook)
You talk enough, but chu ain't roll, nigga
Never seen your soles on the road, nigga
Everything you spit turn to coal, nigga
I can turn your tracks into gold
Nigga I can turn your tracks into gold, nigga
I can turn your tracks into gold
Nigga got an alchemist on my flow
Nigga I can turn your tracks into gold, nigga
(Verse 2)
Rap a lot but never say shit
Moved the studio to the basement
Done busting ass for a slave ship
Like eighty dollars for a day shift
You dropped a banger then you Rosco Dash'd
You dropped a banger then you Kreyshawne'd
You got a bite then you were quick to pass
Imma die for my food like Trayvon
Imma bring them power like I'm Akon
You can keep it movin' like it's hammer time
No road for me, imma make one
Watch me whip by while you wait in line
One man's trash is another man's mixtape,
Started writing poetry for bitches in the sixth grade
Neighbours make a noise complaint and mans run
Jansport out the back before the po po come
(Hook)
You talk a lot but chu ain't roll
Never seen your soles on the road
Everything you spit turn to coal, nigga
I can turn your tracks into gold
Nigga I can turn your tracks into gold
Nigga I can turn your tracks into gold
Nigga got an alchemist on my flow
Nigga I can turn your tracks into gold, fuck with me
(Bridge)
Fuck with me
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me - fuck with me
You're not in my company, fuck have you done for me?
Fuck with me
I rap and you silent I'm silent you come for me, fuck do you want from me?
Fuck with me
The reason you ain't gonna blow, so just stay out of my way and fuck with me
The reason you ain't gonna blow, so just stay out of my way and fuck with me
- - How you gonna roll, when you wouldn't run for me? Fuck with me!
(Outro)
[Franszn]
And stay the fuck out of my way
Fu- Fuck with me and stay the fuck out of my way
Fuck with me and stay the fuck out of my way
Said it all before, I'll repeat myself today (like),
[Franszn & Diop]
Fuck with me!
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4. |
- Hard R Interlude -
00:33
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5. |
Make War
02:18
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6. |
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Every time I get high I convince myself I should quit
So much doubt and speculation in very rhyme that I spit
I don't have the heart or soul or determination or grit
So I take it as a sign every time my mics on the fritz
Headed towards mediocrity feel like there's nothing left
Told myself that I would rap till like my father I go deaf
But when I was at my lowest is when I was at my best
Rap to me is how I'd coped, I got everything off my chest,
Writing music is the only thing im good at watch me fuck it up
Post a track and now my inbox full of rappers sucking up
I'm everything I think I'm not and I've been thinking highly of myself
Watch me take a shit on every card I'm dealt
I wrote every track for teachers who thought I'd amount to nothin"
Accidentally impressive, D-I-O-P Forrest Gumpin'
D-I-O-P for the hell of it, y'all were tryna stay relevant
Got my name down already, don't get used to spellin' it
Diop a fucking product, was never too good at sellin' it
If I'm not spitting flames I'm headed towards it on my fellowship
Bills won't pay themselves I might have to get on my felon shit
Gotta get my food up from flippin' patties to sellin' them
Microphone in my closet my neighbours know all about me
Lack initiative because no ones around to doubt me
They hear my tracks then criticism seem to disappear
They hope I'll make it out Toronto, we all know I'm staying here, fuck
I'll never make it if I never make it catchy
The fuckin' best at something can't let this chance-ellor pass me
I let that them hear me rap now these soundcloud rappers harass me
Can I hope up on a track? Never answer when they ask me
I pray you get your food up these Ramadan rappers fastin'
It's time I put in work 'till my old ass can't start relaxin'
It's time I put in work 'Till I become what I pretend to be
Not on that spit a banger six months nobody remembers me
Hopefully my family doesn't ask how I'm doin'
'Cause what I'm actually doin is worst than what they're assumin'
Aunty I'm a rapper, she'd rather hear I'm a dealer
Your momma can't work forever how you expecting to feed her, man
Imma put in work until everybody stops testin' me
Pictures in my scrapbook with nobody smilin' next to me
Fathers in a bachelor, grandparents filed for bankruptcy
Momma lost her job I can't provide what she expects from me
Tired of disappointment so niggas better take notice
I stopped taking this lightly the day that I fucking wrote this
Hopefuls keep my chin up but I wonder who keeps it real
And who's keeping it close enough to jump ship if I catch a deal
Still surreal to hear that people had high expectations for me
All I did was find a hobby where nobody can ignore me
Still don't talk about rap cause I get advice from dudes I'm better than
Kept my mouth shut I still manage to keep offending them, fuck
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7. |
- No. 2 -
00:32
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(Hook)
All of my niggas sell drugs so I buy drugs (x4)
(Verse 1)
I don't do drugs cause I get high
I get high cause I don't do sober
Still in this shit, I don't know why
Used to be fun that fucking part is over
I don't talk to people I don't go outside
Days blend together and they're gettin shorter
All my friends scared and I don't really mind
They ain't givin up but on he fucking boarder
I just chase rabbits and I waste time
Wasted money fed my fucking corner
All those failed attempts to keep me in line
Was a lil soldier who didn't take his orders
They all thought I was happy 'till they heard my lines
My bad I thought i fucking toldja
All I ever wanted was to die and rhyme
So imma be a rapper if I get older
(Hook)
All of my niggas sell drugs so I buy drugs (x8)
They killing me slowly - they watching me die (x4)
(Verse 2)
Movingfrom baggies to fillin prescriptions
Warned me in school and I wish that I listened
Going without feels like somethin is missin
Weekends with family leaving me itchin
Shitty decisions and endless potential
Wasting my life and it's driving me mental
Addiction to failure, tryna nice it up
But I write at my best when I'm fuckin it up
Fentanyl took a few friends from my life
Paramedics brought one of them back
The nigga that sold it is dead on sight
You can quote confession from the words I rap
My flaws genetic and that gives me comfort
Daddy gang banged so im fucking cultured
So I'm a fucking dropout so all I do is rap
So I'm a stereotype cause I'm young and black
(Hook)
All of my niggas sell drugs so I buy drugs (x8)
They killing me slowly - they watching me die (x4)
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9. |
A Simple Outro
04:21
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(Verse 1)
They call me Maalik - you can call me Diop
You can think we on a first name basis but we not
Rappinngs getinghard the tubes I try to use to breath blocked
My asthma medication has been making all my teeth rot
My angst teenage years ruined - all of my relationships
The people I was closest to - I don't have the patience with
Used to blame my father for - everything that's wrong with me
Grew up with examples of - who not to turn out to be
Oh I turned out to honest - Used to lie for attention
Made my life sound exciting - now I hate when they mention
They don't believe what I'm writing opinions are my obsession
So nothing getsbreleased until I'm reaching my perfection
My uncle gave me a call - wanted to let it ring
Last time we talked I told him bout my problems haven't done a thing
Making minimum wage - haven't picked up my drive
Haven't picked up a mic and I haven't learned to survive
On my own and I'm fucking sick of it
Dreams of leaving my city still in the fucking thick of it
I miss my friends their circle large yet need seem to fit in it
Then their hands turn olive branch and I'm so quick to spit in
(Hook)
Changing for the better I was changing for you
Now that we don't fuck with each other fuck am I supposed to do?
Thought I was changing for the better I was changing for you
Now that we don't fuck with each other fuck am I supposed to do? Fuck
(Bridge)
I hope to God there's a god and that he answers prayers
So when I'm struggling I'm not the only one who cares
I hope to God there's a Godand that he answers prayers
Cause I deserve thidndhit side I was nothing but my hair
(Verse 2)
Happy nigga with some clean cut dreams
Rockin nothing but the handmedowns with rips in the seams
Seems to me that all I wanted was respect from my peers
Now I'm lookin all around me and my peers aren't here
Clearly doing something wrong but I don't know what it is
I'm still following the dreams we talked about as kids
You'll probably fail - man I probably might
They were feeling my shit less when they were thinking I'm white
Got me feeling awkward dropping niggas right and left
Everybody dies, rap game so Macbeth
My Macintosh and I been plotting everybody's retirement
Conspiring against those niggas that used to inspire me
(Hook)
Thought I was changing for the better I was changing for you
Now that we don't fuck with each other fuck am I supposed to do?
Thought I was changing for the better I was changing for you
Now that we don't fuck with each other fuck am I supposed to do? (x2)
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