Diplomatic immunity, fuck 'em All that peace and that unity All that weak shit'll ruin me, fuck 'em, yeah 'Cause niggas started talkin' to me like I'm slowin' down Opinions over statistics, of course Gassed off journalistic Come at me and all you'll get is the ballistic report Booked a private room at Wylie's, waiter twistin' the cork I got multi-colored rings like the Olympics, of course At award shows, cuttin' through the tension, of course Girls huggin' me then askin' me, "What scent that is, boy?" I be walkin' around the Six like I invented it, boy Yeah, who am I? The do or die The one with the fewest lies and the truest ties They try to compare us But like a job straight outta high school there's no you and I I taught you everything you know, now you got student pride All factual, I call the house "the embassy" The studio "the chapel", I hate to travel I just pulled up on Solana show, the girl's a natural I knew her way back when Hollywood was international Yeah, the furthest I've been, that's word to my ends Word to the flags that belong in the hood of my Benz Very presidential, I broke all the codes for zonin' in my residential I broke spirits that I never meant to My body isn't much of a sacred temple, with vodka and wine And sleep at the opposite times Promise shit is gettin' outta line like when you make a stencil Or gettin' outta line like when you break a pencil Violatin' the Treaty of Versailles Champagne is the alias, but no cease and desist in I I refuse to comply with regulations I listen to heavy metal for meditation, no silence Like Sanders on the Detroit Lions Get a run around and I'll bury you where they won't find ya Motor City Casino, I'm at the cage with my old license They tell me "Don't worry, I got your money" like Osirus (I'm the Osiris of this shit) Dirty 30, workin' on me Tired of women that may tag me in pictures airin' my dirty laundry Caterin' is from Giorgio Baldi, Robyn's favorite Shit is nice, but I prefer Madeo Calamari rings and tomato I got the sauce and now shorties keep claimin' preggo Wakin' up at 6 PM like, "Where does the day go?" Forecastin' tornadoes, brainstormin' retaliation at dinner tables 2010 was when I lost my halo 2017 I lost a J. Lo A Rotterdam trip had me on front page though I had to lay low, Hot Topic like your everyday clothes Closed off but I could never stay closed Billboard awards, I claimed 13 out in Vegas like Sureños Black excellence, but I guess when it comes to me it’s not the same though, all goodie That just pushed me to do the things we all couldn’t Niggas stakin' out the crib, it’s all gravy Protection that God gave me Shit is complex like short niggas 'round tall ladies I gotta watch who I’m talkin' to like it’s all-ages I’ve seen buddin' careers turn to sit around and talk about other careers, judgin' their peers Knowledge from niggas who did not contribute to none of this here Cover my ears, my security government tier Yeah, advance the venue so we know the exits Check the guest list If opps make an appearance at least it’s expected Tell ‘em I don’t wanna link like a broken necklace I’ll be in better company with my own reflection Mirror, mirror, on the ceilin' of my suite in the Royal Palace The TV playin' Al Jazeera Inshallah, I hope the mission keeps on gettin' clearer Whenever, wherever, OVO will always be together like Shakira
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