DIET_ Denzel Curry & Kenny Beats

[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 shit
But now I gotta stop the shit and let me pop my shit
Drama still added on, stayin' positive
All my niggas on my side, on the opposite

[Chorus]
Get money from a show, then deposit it (Uh)
Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah)
So braggadocious, spit sick shit, 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 fuckin' peace and quiet
I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet