Denzel Curry - Diet_ | A COLORS SHOW lyrics

[Intro]
Woah, Kenny

[Verse 1]
Pamela Anderson, Pam Grier
The man's here, there's no fear
Came through with no tears (Wah)
I don't cry
Matter fact, I don't lie like a bedside
To tell the truth, then I tell you what it is or what it ain't
Please roll me up another dank, another smoke
Though I see it as the antidote to cure my daily anecdotes
I see my thoughts, it's adios
Finito, I get new jerseys like I was a guido
The ego, gotta be vetoed if you want a free throw
D'Evils, stay with the scripture, what your mama read you
You gotta milk the game, son, I couldn't bottle-feed you
This next bar was 'bout to do some Logic sh*t
But now it's time to stop the sh*t and let me pop my sh*t
Drama still added on, stayin' positive
All my n*ggas on my side, on the opposite

[Chorus]
Get money from a show, then deposit it (Uh)
Your show ain't got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah)
So braggadocios, spit sick sh*t, it's atrocious (Nasty)
Risin' like the stocks, stockbroking
The Shogun, came through with no gun
One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command
And what I demand is some f*ckin' peace and quiet
Told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet
[Verse 2]
Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come down on Tuesday
And I don't like Pixar, mister
I am the master, I came through like a (Wait a minute), bast*rd
Nobody fathered my style
People said I would fall off, but I've been here for a while, so nope
Are you ready for the motherf*ckin' giant?
The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the lycan
The vampire, taking over empires
If the game was a tooth, I'm a f*ckin' pair of pliers
We gon' do 'em Vinny style
As you can see, this n*gga got many styles (Serious)
Know too many n*ggas that got semi rounds (Serious)
They're cold like ice
Put thorns to your crowns, you go out like Christ, my n*ggas

[Chorus]
Get money from a show, then deposit it (Uh)
Your show ain't got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah)
So braggadocios, spit sick sh*t, it's atrocious (Nasty)
Risin' like the stocks, stockbroking
The Shogun, came through with no gun
One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command
And what I demand is some f*ckin' peace and quiet
Told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet
[Outro]
You motherf*ckers know what time it is
It's the motherf*ckin' championship