(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

(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!

(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!

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

(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)

(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)