Diddy Did It

Yeah
It's Kanan
You know what I gon' do, right?
Yeah

I gotta rap hard, 'cause I gotta make it out (huh?)
Even if my dentist put my tooth out
In the Benz, in my city, on roll-out
On the highway, but I never get high
Work so hard, motherfuckin' money multiply
Nine-to-five, pay my bills 'til my rap fly
Shout out to my homies in big Queens
Brooklyn, Bronx, NYC, bitch

Since you be bugging
I keep my own plan, that shit was so stunning (uh-huh)
Since you see my success, don't you be running away
From your problems, you can't live without them
My money, my money is my money
You be so mean but you acting so funny
But you know, talk about the shit, you deserve it
I'm about to win, I convert it

24-7, I keep on it
Put my hat on like I'm part of chronic
Tell them man what time it is right now
System thumping, go live right now
Kendrick is dissing (huh?), Drake is dissing (huh?)
Metro mixing, Cole is fixing
Snoop was shocked AI is rapping
Rick Ross's tripping, Diddy was kissing

It's none of ya business, how I do my business
Just shut down your shit, sit-down, and listen
Don't fuck with me if you don't like my opinion (ok)
Checkmate, I win this shit, that's my dominion
This not a diss track, that's only warm up
Fuck what you say, wasn't that brother love
Thanks for attention, boy, I don't give a fuck
That wasn't planned, I think I said enough

I'm on a plane, fly to New York, think I'm insane
I'ma be part of American rap game
Patiently waiting 'til I hit my prime man
My homie had birthday party last night
In Da Club banging, sipping Bacardi
Did Diddy really do some shit?
We are not playing his music bitch

Did Diddy really do some shit
I see people be talking, maybe they witness shit
Why've been calling yourself bad boy, not the bad boy
You the wack boy, gotta dissed by Kazakh, boy
Why you was so mad on Basel weekend
Words were exchanged, are jealous to Drake
Why don't you blow some candle on cake
What the fuck you mean when you call man daddy

Fight with J. Cole, I remember that shit
Confronted with rappers still think that you big
Don't you realize that you make people sick
Sick of the zesty shit that you are going with
Do you really wanna know who did this shit
You better look at the mirror you find some shit
Gotta motherfuckin' three lawsuits in a week
That wasn't even really some gangsta shit

Oops, I suppose you never was that legit
You be capping about yourself, 0-100 real quick
Real quick, real quick
King who? Combs who?
Who the fuck just passed mic to you (yeah)
Pull to the Southside, better stay outside
Oops, I mean inside locked up in ya daddy's crib

Fuck is wrong with you, boy, don't play
Fuck is wrong with you, I'm insane
Fuck is wrong with you
Wanna play some gangsta shit, nah, nah, nah
Me I am not a gangsta, I just know the law (ok)
Since you wanna talk shit, I think you want some more
I don't really wanna talk about this shit
Bitch, stay away, I just wanna say

Don't take me shopping, don't take me shopping
I don't need that, I don't need that
Don't take me shopping, don't take me shopping
I don't need this shit, I don't need this shit
Don't take me shopping, don't take me shopping
I don't need that, I don't need that
Don't take me shopping, don't take me shopping
I don't need this shit, I don't need this shit

This is the reason we ain't playing this shit
This is the reason we ain't playing this shit
Did Diddy really do some shit?
Did Diddy really do some shit?
Did Diddy really do some shit?
We are not playing his music, bitch

Did Diddy really do some shit
We are not playing his music, bitch
Did Diddy really do some shit?
Did Diddy really do some shit? (Yeah)
Did Diddy really do some shit?
We are not playing his music, bitch