I got less than ten tracks and more fans than I got homies
I've been buzzing online but nobody from my city knows me before
This music shit I had a job and a steady pay
Rap was a goal of mine but my money got in the way

Was working towards nothing but my savings account getting fat
Traded my stability for my akai, my mic and mac
Put my life behind me so I can live for this fucking rap 
But when the bills came knockin' my pockets were anything but fat

I was kicked out, riding 'round my hometown
'till the gas tank hit E now the back of the bus my home now
Spittin' over the engine tryna write down these tracks
Cause of my empty pockets, wrist is missing watches got me rocking Shaq's

And who's gunna fuck with that?
My bills late, rents due and I'm young and black, tryna live off these tracks
Old hommies tell me everything wrong with that
You're not in school? Imma fuckin' rapper matter of fact

Gave the nine to five a try and ain't no way I'm going back
Then let them hear me rap, blow their top off like a cadillac 
Put my city on these beats then kill the streets like cul de sacs 
If there's a rapper out there better than me where the fuck they at?!

Where the fuck they at nigga? Where the fuck they at?
Where the fuck they at? Where the fuck they at?
If there's a rapper out there better than me where the fuck they at? 
Where the fuck they at? Where the fuck they at?

Where the fuck you at, nigga? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at, nigga? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at, nigga? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Christmas Eve back in 2005
My dad and I on the couch running NBA Live
His eyes on the TV but in the back of his mind,
He's thinking 'bout the family that he'd rather spend his time with

I was up by twenty points, so I didn't really mind it 
'till he got off the couch and walked out the door I sat there in silence
It was that day, I grabbed a pen and stormed in my room
Put my emotions on some paper all my sorrows and gloom

See I was BORN for this shit; Disagree, SUCK MY DICK
You don't know, how many times that I just wanted to quit
Cause they didn't want a piece 'till they found out that I could spit
Now they tryna kiss my ass but you FUCKERS CAN EAT MY SHIT

They tryna relate to me but your comparisons are over
What's the King of Pop to Prince? Fuck is Kanye West to Hova?
D-I-O-P to mediocre I thought I fucking told you that, 
Imma be the greatest man I'm sorry I left you waitin' but,

Where the fuck you at now, where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at now, where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at now, where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

I've been living my dream, where the fuck you been?
You can't live yours nigga, what the fuck you mean?
What the fuck you mean, nigga what the fuck you mean?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at? 

Thank you @burnt-coffee

Where You At? (Prod. by Burnt Coffee)

artwork. @wckdprpht
feat. @eddieteach / @masterself_ 
prod. @lavishjax / @relevantbeats 
engineer. @savilionbeats

[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)

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)

[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.

[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)

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 winer
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

Make War

Switch

artwork. @wckdprpht
engineer. @savilionmusic
prod. @taylorking


(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

Pre 808

artwork. @wckdprpht
feat. @franszn
engineer. @savilionmusic
prod. @jlatprod

(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!

Masked Up

- No. 2 -

artwork. @wckdprpht
engineer. @savilionmusic 
prod. @whoisyondo

(Hook)
Best you never heard (Best you've never heard)
Keep this between you and me (Keep this between you and me) 
I'm 'bout to make war (I'm bout to make war)
We ain't waiting for peace (We ain't waiting for peace)

I'm bout to go away (I'm bout to go away)
I hope you remember me (I hope you remember me) 
I'm hoppin' on a plane (I'm hoppin' on a plane)
And you should come with me (And you should come with me)

(Verse)
I'm the best you've never heard I won't ever hear you say otherwise 
If you want that real shit - You can bump them other guys
A nigga just turned twenty-three - might as well be forty-five
Building coffins for niggas who told me they were ride or dies

Spit 'cause I'm back again - run it like an African
Tell me that I've been chasing dreams, watch me OD these Ambiens
Studio full a savages - only feature savages 
Homies only savages - but oh those just some fans of his 

I do this spite my family so I can help my family out
This for my city yet there's plans of flying south
Cause I'm butterfly in the zoo - I'm rapper with no clout
Luckily my tongue game infectious like there's sores in my mouth

I drop a single just to show these niggas fuck I'm about
I got these soundcloud rappers throwin' towels after a round
They put our niggas in suits - why you do what you're told? 
I'm spittin' chicken noodle soup for the real nigga soul, nigga 

(Hook)
Best you never heard (Best you've never heard)
Keep this between you and me (Keep this between you and me) 
I'm 'bout to make war (I'm bout to make war)
We ain't waiting for peace (We ain't waiting for peace)

I'm bout to go away (I'm bout to go away)
I hope you remember me (I hope you remember me) 
I'm hoppin' on a plane (I'm hoppin' on a plane)
And you should come with me (And you should come with me)

And you should come with me (And you should come with me)(x3)

artwork. @wckdprpht
engineer. @thisisaktoebeat
prod. @thisisaktoebeat

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

Unknown Studios, Toronto, Ont.

artwork. @wckdprpht
engineer. @savilionmusic 
prod. @airavata_beats

(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)

Sell Drugs So I Buy Drugs

@wckdprpht
engineer. @savilionmusic 
prod. Young Taylor

(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)

A Simple Outro

artwork. @wckdprpht
engineer. @savilionmusic

- Hard R Interlude -

Cover art. @greenpantsu on insta
Feat. @eddieteach
Engineer. @Savilionbeats
Prod. taylorkingbeats
(Intro)
[Eddieteach]
I don't - like you 
Not my - problem
Know what? - So what?
We got - problems (x2)

(Verse 1)
[Diop]
I hope it hurts when you die - I hope that shit lasts forever 
I hope you realize your problems - and you never get better
I hope that fuck ups like you - are the people you count on
I hate the rain clouds above you - to the ground that chu stand on 

I hope your friends all turn addicts - and your grandma gets worst 
I hope your true love gets rich - and they leave your ass in the dirt
I hope it burns when you cry - I hope it burns when you pee
I hope the people you hate - become whatchu wanna be

I hope thachu learn to smile - after you lose your teeth
I hope you finally realize - that you peaked in your teens
I hope thatchu try your best - and it's never enough
I hope you hold in your sadness - I hope you bottle it up

I hope you only erupt - on the people who care
I hope that nobody likes you - but are fake when you're there
I hope thatchu gain success - but you know that you'll lose it
I hope thatchu wanna kill yourself but you're too pussy to do it, FUCK

(Bridge)
[Eddie Teach]
I don't - like you 
Not my - problem
Know what? - So what?
We got - problems (x2)

(Verse 2)
I hope you listen in pain and every teardrop will be written in history
I see you callin' constistantly - quick ignore not tryna reminisce
I wish you knew what you did to me - kind hope you would just rest in peace
I just wish, I just wish, I just wish, I just wish, I just wish you were just out of my head (x2)

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