Beat by Deyjanbeats

(Diabeto Verse)
I ain’t ever get a break but they breaking on my back
U ain’t gonna hit better break it with a bat
Never hidin with a gat
Snapchat all narks so they seein where I’m at
Ackbar, it’s a trap
Act hard and you go in the back
Act soft I’m give an applause for the real  that I see cuz you never gon lack

Cuz I’m Pay to win
Writin on you cuz u paper thin
Right on you like in October I still remember I was never sober
That’s Besides the point 
 passin 3s so I’m beside the point
Fiendin 10s like I’m fiendin joints
I Amuse myself like I’m cedar point
I got half a pint

Shit gettin hot I took flight but not high as a kite so it must be the weather 
Bitch i don’t care if you know I’m a writer
Want dick on a trip then u know imma letter
Cuz Better then never
Better then 10 imma never forget her
A little vendetta
I had all my problems upset her
Got stuck in a bender 
Too chicken to check on and tend er
So what do I do
I’m just lookin at me 
Pullin R2 fuck C3
Playin u 2 b
What the A 1 C in 
Time to Take a dive to the deep end 
Way back when 
When I had that
Silence on a deck now I’m lookin like I’m at bat
Check back
Snapchat
Triangle empty with a blue hat
Screw that
 funny think I already knew that Woah

Ain’t it weird I hit rock bottom but I’m still stone cold
Monday it was just raw cones and still stoned
That’s a raw paper
Double double and I’ll E transfer
Fuck a bitch, let machine answer
They ain’t no gods or they’d beat cancer

Progress by Beesah & DiabetoBurrito

Beat by JACKPOT - https://youtu.be/I-9ZyHMj_aw

(Diabetes)
Hit it once from the back 
Then I back that
Call it mad max
When I leave her I don’t back track
Fuck a rat pack 
I got logic when I send em to the bad past 
Now u gotta view it like a flashback
Hoes on their knees tho
Bowin for a taste of diabetio 
Cuz u knowin u can’t beat em
With a needle We gon feed em
But u rlly wanna be dumb
Now I’m fuckin with a pen so I can show you how to read him
Now u wanna fuck a...
(LANTIS)
Now u wanna fuck around
Well you might drown 
Atlantis real far so I’m gonna send a pipe down
Aw man but the Lantis in ur arm got a flight now
Walk around it 
You don’t want ur life now?
Click 36 movin through in slo mo
Gotta move get me on the coco
God damn gotta keep it on the low low
Fuck that keep it straight no homo
(RAPID)
Now I’m comin in attacking never lacking
I’m that rapid never askin for a hit but imma have it
Like a picture, imma map it
Take ur bitch and then I add it
To my list where I’m their daddy’s
Only fuckin with a baddy
Now
Hoes on their knees tho
Bowin for a taste of diabetio 
Cuz u knowin u can’t beat em
With a needle We gon feed em
But u rlly wanna be dumb
Now I’m fuckin with a pen so I can show you how to read him
(TESTER)
Now I’m fuckin with a1
still can’t c/see
Bitch u wanna scene
Bet u wanna scream
imma test u take a seat
Little prick, i make u bleed
Gotta lotta fiends 
Trippin overs bottles make you lean
Like 
Hoes on their knees tho
Bowin for a taste of diabetio 
Cuz u knowin u can’t beat em
With a needle We gon feed em
But u rlly wanna be dumb
Now I’m fuckin with a pen so I can show you how to read him
(TRESIBA)
Yea I’m that slow moving mother fucker u pop me and I last like 48 modda fuckin hours or sum shit
Names tresiba

Look at that beamer
Look in the back yea she ride with tresiba 
Hit in the back we gon call in a screamer
Now it look Messi, Ronaldo or either
Fuck here’s an id
I got some bitches so y don’t we party
U got tequila and I got barcardi
Turn into zombies
Mitchy gon bring us to villas with palm trees
Damn
(LEVEMIR)
Don’t forget about no levemir
I’m Hella weird
I click in 36 I gotta take a break and now I’m here
Gotta get a bitch to buy a beer
Cuz I’m only buying time, I got lots like a pioneer
Fuck that I came first I’m an og
Rap last on the track u don’t know me
Got gas not fast just the blue dream
Money burnin in the wallet like it’s faulty 
(DIABETES)
Now u thinkin that u know more
Bitches blowin on my dick Im thinkin that I c4
Spent a dollar on a brick I build a bridge or see war
Million dollars spent on me I’m cookin up a beef storm
This is why 
Hoes on their knees tho
Bowin for a taste of diabetio 
Cuz u knowin u can’t beat em
With a needle We gon feed em
But u rlly wanna be dumb
Now I’m fuckin with a pen so I can show you how to read him
Now I’m fuckin with a...
(SUDS)
get the pot cuz they fiendin for suds
I got buds and they light now I’m feelin a buzz 
where is shubbs
Oh he fuckin on ur bitch up in the club
U got drugs?
Pickin C or going all the above
Like
Hoes on their knees tho
Bowin for a taste of diabetio 
Cuz u knowin u can’t beat em
With a needle We gon feed em
But u rlly wanna be dumb
Now I’m fuckin with a pen so I can show you how to read him

Diabetic Warfare (feat. Lantis, Rapid, Tester, Triciba, Levemire, Diabetes & Suds)

Bitch I’ve graduated
Ay
Locked up since ain’t hear no bitch say “glad you made it”
Nah
Proven my shit, aint give no shits 
I’m agitated 
Joyner on top, girls givin me top
Now paddy cake it
Fucked up bitch 
U mad you waited
I’m mad awaited
I calibrate it
Seeing through hoes, no AV needed
We the A team
Best you blame me 
For the decline
U the jack fallin to my fee fi
Bitch you want more
Fuck u a bitch and a hoe
Bitch I pull out after 4
Put on my coat
Fucked wit the devil or goat
Throw on my horns cuz I’m both

This my time to make it
19 still don’t care bout bills 
Or filing paper
This my shit 
I built this bitch like 
Mario maker
Turning in keys 
I don’t need more fees
I’ve paid to be here
Fucked up bitch you made for me
You stay defeated

U want this smoke 
2 or 3 ounce and I only want more
Pull out my dick and I show her a tour
And This bitch like a cow yea I found me a mooer
Yea I fuck with the best but I already knew tho
She say she like hicks so I found me a new hoe
Fallout gave me jet now I’m flyin up to Pluto
Only rep the best, riding round in the 
Cobo, oh no

Mistakes were made
thinkin that it’s best that It changed its ways
When I never had a rest goin day to day
I ain’t cleanin up my mess this a paper plate
Now bitch let’s go
Gone like we Canada post 
Travel the world while I takin my dose
Too gross?
Just like My raps
Matter fact 
U the back of the back 
Like my passenger
Bitch I’ve 

graduated
Locked up since ain’t hear no bitch say “glad you made it”
Proven my shit, aint give no shits 
I’m agitated 
Joyner on top, girls givin me top
Now paddy cake it
Fucked up bitch 
U mad you waited
I’m mad awaited
I calibrate it
Seein through hoes, no AV needed
We the A team
Best you blame me 
For the decline
U the jack fallin to my fee fi
Bitch you want more
Fuck u a bitch and a hoe
Bitch I pull out after 4
Put on my coat
Fucked wit the devil or goat
Throw on my horns cuz I’m both

Devil or Goat

When I’m at the top they gon bless me
Gettin 40 bitches to undress me
I don’t want a Hunded bags or 5gs 
Not a single beamer or bentley
Just want all the homies that left me
This that Harlow shit and it’s too cold,
In this cold world, imma yeti
Too stuck backed up but I’ll be back up

When I’m at the top they won’t test me
Getting 40 bitches to address me
Hopping off private planes 
When I’m miles away U can hit me back and then text me
Just want all the bitches that left me
This that Harlow shit and it’s too cold,
In this cold world imma yeti
Too stuck jacked up but I’ll be back up
When I’m ridin through with my henny

Ay 100 bars but still won’t arrest me
Foreign cars, What I buy don’t touch me
All the boys gon ride in that luxury
Ay, Livin lavish 
I found a new passion
Send it back to the boys that haven’t 
This and that, well the boys gon have it

Shit
The boys gon have it
I won’t sit back thinkin shits whack and it’ll find it’s way like some magic
I just
Shit
The boys gon have it
I been pissed off takin lift off and we’ll find our way cuz 

When I’m at the top they gon bless me
Gettin 40 bitches to undress me
I don’t want a Hunded bags or 5gs 
Not a single beamer or bentley
Just want all the homies that left me
This that Harlow shit and it’s too cold,
In this cold world, imma yeti
Too stuck backed up but I’ll be back up

When I’m at the top they won’t test me
Getting 40 bitches to address me
Hopping off private planes 
When I’m miles away U can hit me back and then text me
Just want all the bitches that left me
This that Harlow shit and it’s too cold,
In this cold world imma yeti
Too stuck jacked up but Ill be back up
And I’ll be ridin through with my

Harlow and Henny

She might do her dance
shorty do her dance 
She undo my pants 
And then we we go and party with no hands
Like
All these modda fuckas know how we be Rollin
All these pussies out here turnin into babies 
How they strollin
I been eatin from the east side
We don’t seize fire 
Takin shrooms and goin to Mars like I’ve been deep fried
Take a pussy, pull em apart 
Cuz I don’t need ties 
Time that we gon turn into sharks
Now let me rewind

She might do her dance
Let her do her dance
Had a plan to get Bacardi and party
But where her friends
Got me fuckin with these shortys with body’s that look like 10s
Got me fuckin with a molly. Which molly?
Well it depends
See I been fishin for bitch that been dishin what she can take
And now I finally got a mission
Like fuck it I’m wide awake
They Got me been shootin all my biscuits 
 But biscuits don’t wanna bake
And swear this ain’t how I wrote it
But bitch it ain’t ever over

It ain’t over still
Wrote it on the pedestal 
Got ur bitch like riding and ridin 
She on the pedal still
Ayy
I’ve been flyin with these chicks that’s how they do it
Smokin js while bitches blowin so shit, it ain’t canoeing
I been
I been pullin all the greens out
Ay
I been seshin with my team we looking mean now
Shit i been grindin with the fiends now
Ay
Soon be lookin down I swear we’ll never dream now
Ay

She might do her dance
Let her do her dance
Had a plan to get Bacardi and party
But where her friends
Got me fuckin with these shortys with body’s that look like 10s
Got me fuckin with a molly. Which molly?
Well it depends
See I been fishin for bitch that been dishin what she can take
And now I finally got a mission
Like fuck it I’m wide awake
They Got me been shootin all my biscuits 
 But biscuits don’t wanna bake
And swear this ain’t how I wrote it
But bitch it ain’t ever over

Let er dance

(Verse 1)
Shit
Gon fight a fight and I know that
Found finer things 
Thinkin finally did it 
When I’m finally rich 
Ill still owe back
Don’t kid I’ll find my ways
Till then sit back on finer days like
That’s you and I Deep down still feel that shit and we outta time now
 
These Wild nights
seen no zoo in my wild life
Like shit I
I paid a price
Still no give when I roll the dice 
Like shit I 
I tried a bit 
Took off quick 
And I’m tired of shit
And I just wanna fall off tallest cliffs
When I’m fuckin with the baddest lil bitch 

(Verse 2)
Shit
Like fuck do I know?
Pulling on my pants 
Man, fuck the vinal
Cuz I know u wanna dance
Bitch throw it behind tho
I ain’t even see ur hands 
Now huck the blind fold
Like shit
I just wanna bad lil bitch
Go and grab a drink 
And drink until the end
I been fuckin with ur body 
But body don’t wanna bend
I been fuckin wit the Molly till Molly hit it again like damn
I just wanna go till Last call
Think u lookin fine so I’m pullin ur mask off
Now I’m making you all mine while u dancin ur ass off
 Like Shit
Wishin all these shots were like half off
On the night 

We be doin it my way
Drink a little bit now we doin it sideways 
I guess this ain’t a night where we stare at the fireplace
And best this ain’t a time for ur trick and ur mind games
Like shit
You ain’t ready for these games like the arcade
Endin off the night with a sip and then stargaze
U say I’m being dumb but I dumb in the fun way
So when u say u wanna run 
We can run goin one way
Cuz I wanna

runaway remix

Everybody from the COB
Oh u a g?
Oh shit I meant OURG (oh, you are g)
2x

Outta pictures get these visions
ridiculous 
Readin out my lyrics like the fear is right here with in us
And that’s the problem, that these bitches won’t get it
Forget it
I’m their only fan that’ll follow when they post 
on their Reddit
Cuz I’m a fan of your fans 
And All you motha fuckas still think I’m problematic 
Acting like I’m callin shots but where the problem at it
Talk about it 
Had it, but hadn’t 
But I don’t panic
I just
All these bitches stay bitchless except the man I view ya
Rappin like I’m a gift signed From Santa to ya
Treat this shit like an airplane and fed it to ya
Reppin from the east cross to manitoba
Now collecting bodies for a hobbie so send em over
Time I line up lobbies full of bodies and baby strollers
Im pullin out a putter while you drive away yellin for it
I’m magic on the mic when I Be spazzin 
get the Penn and Tell her
Shit
now u think u love her? well u barely met er
Thinking better before it’s never
I’m fed up
And now I’m thinkin gotta vendetta
So keep ur head up
Cuz know I keep a venom Instead of lead when my pen up
And now I got a reason to finally 
Go head and Get up
Bitch like

Everybody from the COB
Oh u a g?
Oh shit I meant OURG (oh, you are g)
2x

C.O.B.O.U.R.G (Prod. Insulin)

(Lyrics)

(J)
Mmm fuckin bitches been a hobby 
You know I’m buyin all my glass off of Bobby 
Your girl is digging in my pocket
tryna grip all up on my rocket 
why your bitch so consistent does she know the whole time I wasn’t listenin
Ur girl callin when she miss me
But when I see that phone ringin I’m busy

We out here always wipin 
We always 10 mans deep when we kicking
You know my dawgs we really bout it
And When I let the hounds loose they be rippin
Ripping slippin don’t start tripping
Gotta get the bag that’s the number one mission 
Can not catch me can not find me 
Kicked up smoking Netflix with the wifey 
Love life watch me just living
I’m the main star tryna be in it
You can’t talk that’s restricted
Listen close man don’t get it twisted

You live life like you under a rock 
You don’t know what’s going you ain’t ever been taught 
I keep talk to the bosses 
Cause I keep having them thoughts 
keep opening doors just like it’s a shop 

fuckin bitches been a hobby 
You know I’m buyin all my glass off of Bobby 
Your girl is diggin in my pocket
tryna grip all up on my rocket
Zoooooooooooom

(Diabeto)
Shit, Eyes wide I still be dreamin
Buyin up from Bobby but probably ain’t ever seen him
when I finally get it started, I’ll blow it cuz ive been fiendin 
like these bitches wanna blow me but hoe u ain’t got no reason

I’ve been flowin like the snow storm
Shit ain’t come warm
Check the score board
This is chess 
Not a checker board
U want more whore
Gollum shit not in Mordor 
Put up 4 more
Put up numbers just for encores
You a bitch

And all these bitches don’t get it
Connected, Dead in the end 
But that don’t mean I don’t start pretending
I just
I gotta flow that’s ridiculous 
To think of what has been missin
But we don’t need it like no pancreases

shit 
I still be dreamin
Thinkin I don’t need it
Too busy fighting the feeling
But ur face looks like my dick 
And I know cuz I wanna beat it
Put a period to end it
Cuz bitch u gon end up bleeding
I just

(J)
Mmm fuckin bitches been a hobby 
You know I’m buyin all my glass off of Bobby 
Your girl is digging through my pocket
tryna grip all up on my rocket 
why your bitch so consistent 
does she know the whole time I wasn’t listenin
Ur girl callin when she miss me
But when I see that phone ringin I’m busy
Byeeeeee, bye bye
When I see that phone ring and I’m busy
Byeeeeee, bye bye
(Whispers)
Byeeeee, bye bye


Shoreline mafia x drakeo the ruler x blueface type beat - “sippin”

Bobby by J (ft. DiabetoBurrito)

(Lyrics) 

(No I don’t like this one, restart it. I don’t like this verse)
I been seshin all the kush
Now Look I got that acne
Now I got her hurtin, not her back it be her bad knees
Whistling got me smackin on the drum
Wait that’s her ass cheeks
Year is 22 so I been feelin Great like Gatsby 
Gon shoot sum up, like candy
Bitch, My bitch takin plan b
Like Who the man who did it 
Yea I’m reppin all my stampede 
Fuck it, I just do my shit
And Yea I don’t give a shit
And if I see in my shadow then u know I’ll make u sit
Cuz I’m a big dog
Smokin on a big bong
Who that man who did u dirty?
Oh he sing this same song?
U can suck my ding dong
Like who the fuck is ringing on my door
Only 1 whore 
But I swear I ordered 4 more

So I been seshin all the kush
Now I got acne
Now I got her hurtin, not her back it be her bad knees
Whistling got me smackin on the drum
Wait that’s her ass cheeks
Year is 22 so I been feelin Great like Gatsby 
I’m feelin great like gatsby 
You bitches wish u had me
Serve a bitch, I’m cheffin like my name be Gordon Ramsey 
Look at all these Pansys
She touchy where her hands be
Thinkin what u thinkin cuz my plans where your plans be
Let’s test it out
Like bitch
We gon pour some up
Guess it’s during class
I don’t care bout other bitches when I’m smackin on ur ass
I’m too cold with it eh
Imma take the W
I don’t care bout her mouth but Ay
When it comes to push to shove
I don’t even gotta stand for it
Get the joint
It’s too for late for all u bitches better pack it up, I’m on point 
You be frontin, you a cheating bitch
Imma seize the bitch
Turns out, u can figure it out jus look at all her reasons 

Got me seshin all the kush
Now I got acne
Now I got her hurtin, not her back it be her bad knees
Whistling got me smackin on the drum
Wait that’s her ass cheeks
Year is 22 so I been feelin Great like Gatsby 
You bitches got me seshin all the kush
Now I got acne
Now I got her hurtin, not her back it be her bad knees
Whistling got me smackin on the drum
Wait that’s her ass cheeks
Year is 22 so I been feelin Great like Gatsby 
I’m feelin great like
(No I don’t like this one, restart it. I don’t like this verse)

Beat by Tantu Beats - https://youtu.be/yfKXytrW1XY

Gatsby

(Lyrics)
Said it once, 
It’s the diabetic
I gon say it 2 times 
Then they’ll finally get it
Still mine, Don’t mind
In my mind imbedded
Unwind,
Can’t find where my life is headed
But I focus
Smoke a lil bowl bitch
Toe pick,
Trippin like the hoes did
Drop bitch
Spinnin like a compass
One hit,
Caughin like it’s covid

Thinkin before you gon think and then thinkin again
That’s how you win, shit
Follow like no one whenever you can 
I stick with my pen, bitch
Smokin like all the way down to the stem
You still with your Bandage?
Wrapping that shit but you rappin too soft
Green line can see em tomorrow 

Fuck it when the beat slow
Time I spaz it,
Goin just in like a beaty and im lookin for the beat hoe
Wonder where it be tho?
5’10,
Standin on my money, 4 foot 
Bout to go in deep tho
This soft shit like
Pass that shit stop caughin
“No bitch, smoke first” you own this
Pull when? not then just hold this

Like fuck it 
We can blow it out the back door
Henny in the bottles, they should sell it with the cap off
Smokin like a model in the backseat, feel like nascar
Smokin on gorillas, ain’t no way this Madagascar 
Fuck wit a,

Oh shit, u really wanna go bitch
No bitch,
Cuz you don’t wanna, no diss (know this)
Caution, eyes are toast
I’m missin doses
I don’t know, I’ll take whatever’s closest

Focus
And Smoke another bowl bitch
Toe pick,
You Trippin like the hoes did
Drop bitch
You Spinnin like a compass
One hit
Now Caughin like it’s covid

Talk about all of that money you thought that u got
Man you been stuck in a box
Got all my boys while we sippin our henny tonight
Cale payin, put it on Rocks

Piano by PianoMix - https://youtu.be/y51-TQirY2Q

Still Seshin (Still Softish Piano Remix)

(Him)
Where did he go
Took off like you did with all of your clothes
Cut off these bitches like they were the rope
Don’t count on you, I gon count up my dope
Say i act big, but you look through a scope
Woah
You gon find out the most
Never get bread but my eyes lookin toast
Tunneled your visions to end off the roads

(Her)
change the Perspective 
All of my life, was neglected 
Then u gon move to the next kid
U should be lucky I press ya
Turn u to hash i compress ya
This ain’t no turn into next year

Fuck all ur bars, I’m the best here
U should be rappin bout me not the drugs you invest in 
I be the drug that’s in question 
Poppin me twice then you flop where you fishin
Shit
And then you gon miss me
Like fuck u gon diss me?
To think that you’d rather be sittin with 50
Not me till we 50?
I always had thought we could make it to 60
Dumb me I was 16
Nah fuck all that shit I be pristine 
Balled(bald) out for the kid like I’m Mrs Clean

Now u might just be thinkin to join her
Funny u prolly be thinkin bout joyner
All on my own when u gone in the mornin
Gone with my heart, You can barely afford it 
Woah 
U callin me the lil hoe
Dealt with ur shit just to show me the door
No
Dealt with ur shit now I came to get more
Hoe

(Him)
Where did she go 
I’m alone when I find that I’m trippin
All of those times that I thought u were kiddin
Thought u could show me the light 
but u shit at this
U don’t wanna see me flip the switch
Got a problem with u sayin that I diss and miss
Nah bitch if I diss, I hit
Now u follow in your lane
No risk for drift 
Stop runnin with my name, you gon piss the kid off

Gum ball, inside the kid soft
Inhale, she stale, the kid cough
Deep dive, just mime, I can’t talk
Can’t lie need space like bent clock
4th time, try five hundred bitchings
And the image of your image next to me when u a hoe 
shit
Fuck all ur shit 
Not a single regret bitch

(Her)
(Aight, if that’s how you feel)
Ay, Not like a single regret?
Not on the day that we met?
Not when u made me upset?
Not when You missin my text?
Not when I did it right back?
I know u feelin it bad
I know u miss what u had
U were my gold and I wanted to picture you there 
Signin my thrown to my heir
tired of throwing my phone and my bed in the air
Finally admit that u care
Callin my phone everyday, then I block on the gram
Damn u persistent like Sam with the ham
Poison my mind, I don’t know what I am
Damn
But at least I admit when I’m wrong, I’m no bitch
Funny u switch and you think I won’t flip
Flip off my bird 
But You never 
but did
Shit
Shit
And then you gon miss me?
Like fuck u gon diss me?
To think that you’d rather be sittin with 50
Not me till we 50?
I always had thought we could make it to 60
Dumb bitch, I was 16
Nah fuck all that shit I be pristine 
Balled(bald) out for the kid like I’m Mrs Clean

(Him)
Where did she go 
I’m alone when I find that I’m trippin
All of those times that I thought u were kiddin
Thought u could show me the light 
but u shit at this
U don’t wanna see me flip the switch
Got a problem with u sayin that I diss and miss
Nah bitch if I diss, I hit
Now u follow in your lane
No risk for drift 
Stop runnin with my name, you gon piss the kid off

Beat by PAROXYSM - https://youtu.be/HDRtydL7m8Y

Wya (Prod. Insulin)

Lyrics:


I just want a Cadillac
Wrap it black
Or mustang with the saddle strapped
Not a van
And I don’t think you understand 
What a man
I am when I don’t have a plan 
Let em in

And I just turn them bitches to bitches then let ‘em go
And since u still been signin the tickets of you a hoe
That general admission of gettin dick
But now u won’t 
Spit em bars I’ll pull em out like dicks up in ur throat

Cuz
I just want a Cadillac
Wrap it black
Or mustang with the saddle strapped
Not a van
And I don’t think u understand 
What a man
I am when I don’t have a plan 
Let em in

Like Fuck it I’m in ghost mode wit my clothes off
U can bet I’m bout to doze off
Hittin cold bongs
Sittin shotty, shotty cold shots
This our own shop
Cuz I’m clearin out the whole bong like it’s top shelf
Work it out like its a dumb bell
High like hotels
I been Rappin like it’s old mail
Shred with no shells
Master splinter got ur whole nail
Turtles don’t fail
Got the green but know we don’t scale
Eat the whole meal

In the market for a Cadillac
Sleek black, the leather seats about to match
Understand
That I don’t want no minivan
What a man
I am when I don’t have a plan 
Let em in

Cuz
I just want a Cadillac
Wrap it black
Or mustang with the saddle strapped
Not a van
And I don’t think u understand 
What a man
I am when I don’t have a plan 
Let em in

Cuz I been in my own zone 
High like ozones
While I smoke another O tho
Watch it no more
Gon to ash, that’s where the gas go
Sittin, pull some
I gon pull a little flower fore the hoes gon come

Watch me seshin in a Cadillac 
Matter fact
I’m seein clouds, cataract 
Counteract 
The rain from all the platers that
I done set
The end, I know why u upset
I can bet
That you jus wanna Cadillac
Wrap it black

Beat by Lazeey - https://youtu.be/AX_HyMQtEKU

Caddy

Lyrics 

(DiabetoBurrito)
Still the same kid when I’m 80
Still the same me when I’m blacked out and faded
Still the same feelin of “fuck off I’ve made it”
You baited, invaded
No lockdown, I’m spreading your legs 
And the fact that you picture a made up obsession 
All you bitches gon fade under pressure 
We faded for fun
I don’t run out my Engine
Depending
On women that put me on pending
Don’t end it 
I pause it 
Like prints from an animal
Human bars but they print like an animal
Sign up a bitch and I know I gon handle em
Sit em all down cuz they know I can’t stand em all
Uber a bitch then I cancel like ban em all
This a war, well I came with a cannon ball

Cuz I bust it down
And I bag that shit up
And your bitch gon notice me
Like I can’t get enough
But I don’t want her love
I just wanna
Fuck
I just wanna
Iook
I bust it down

Jordan freestyle (ft DiabetoBurrito)

Lyrics -

How your boy in designer 
Yea that boy ain’t got ice, he a liar
Fuck I been gettin too high, I’m a flyer
Fuck the rock bottom, got hit with the choke hold
Hit up my bitches and drip em in rose gold
Eat up free samples like shit a Costco
On the way up, know I came here with vasco
Sat in position, just give me the nod ho
Where did the talk go 

Fuck all the tacos
Makin a mess
don’t know his name just the name that he reps
Only rap hard, I guess that be the stigma
straight from the burg so watch out I might sink ya
This ain’t no joke 
Fuck I might make one
Like a computer virus you a fake one
All of the paper, minus all the blank ones
Gon be some murder violence today son

Shit
Yea they know he ignited the fire
Fuck every bitch gettin finer and finer
Drive in and dive at the plate or the dinner
Umpire, you full of the shit
Ain’t Messiah
Rappin like merch when I say it you buy it
Cant get you off of my dick you a pilot 
Guess you been rollin around in the cock pit
Guess we should free all my dogs like the socks did

I do not know how you miss still
Straight from the pitcher
Or shots like a pistol
Fuck you be soft like the shit that I pissed in
Bitch give me brain, im autistic
Fuck meant retarded
This ain’t no murder spree, I never started
Bitch be a Billy jean so I’m departing 
To scramble on every scene 
I put the card in
Got points by the mornin
Or what


Or Imma spit it like a hick you modda fuckas wit it?
Double the dose
double dippin
Pray to god that we gon double the gross
Listen in, I got like 500 more
Lined up and they gon cry
I’m sick of bitches when they pry
at my door

What do I know
He ain’t live it how we live it
Takin side roads
You just take it how it’s givin
Take a side note
You can flip it even if this shit an iPhone
Take a look what I wrote

Yea I design er 
Yea that boy ain’t spit ice, he a liar
Fuck I been gettin too hot, I’m a fire
Diamond rocks on em, gon stun em in
Rose gold
Bitch like Medusa and bars gettin stone cold
Eat up free samples like shit a Costco
On the way up, know this bitchs name is vasco
Sat in position just give me the nod ho
Where did the talk go
Shit

for you Diabeto

(Lyrics)

Jump out at the show 
Yea i jump out at the show
Hadn’t changed my flow 
It be too busy gettin cold
Told don’t make this shit but this me havin fun
Murder this beat seeing blood like it’s probably its time of the month 
Slaughter this shit every minute 
Like Harry the butcher so wait till they gimme a gun
Shootin like he from the magic 
Unpacking the fact that his mic really be the new wand
Silence, delivered 
Whichever you think is the key to the start
Well that key in the pond
And all of you think I don’t have any bars 
Got a feeling your wrong
Cuz I came to get cash now
Id murder a beat and whatever it pass down
Talk on the web like a cash cow
Hit from the back like an Astro 
These bitches be trash now
I gotta rash or a scab
U an itch with a “b” in er
all I can see in her
Shout out my bars but I musta misspelt, I’m confused, there’s a “d” in er
That’s how “I” be in er
lyrics to waste? No
I ain’t got covid so trust I can taste those
Pen on the paper the problem erase tho
Stuffed in a bottle 
I’d bottle the case tho
How you gon poke at the prollem in place tho
Probably the fact that you trippin 
Don’t worry, I’ll tie up your lace tho
Now how you still worried about how my pace go
Fuck out my face ho
This how my day go
Wake up and silence the people that hittin on play tho 
How bout the hate tho?
They never gon listen 
The critic a pigeon who played em
On a potato 
So How u gon talk when the convo about what I say tho
How do I say tho
You talkin to much when you drivin me
Uber insane tho


pen to the paper, these bitches can talk 
But my lyrics would give em the most
All of you bitches be deaf like you clogged in the ears 
I don’t get how u missin your nose
Fine I’ll admit what it is
Finally addiction to missin the drug I endorse
What he been bitchin of course 
Gon feed em well cuz we missin a chorus (course)  
And cookin a big meal
Numb in the brain when u hear it 
At least it the same feel
Jus like a be real
Seein it both ways
You bitches are blind when I’m hittin
And writing while jerkin and turnin the track on
Luton is back home
Right in the premier league
This is where imma be 
Bitch imma prodigy
Get tf off of me
Guess it ain’t 

stopin
Bitch I’d rather dance
I just made this for the gym
But damn
This that monster jam
Diggin graves for listeners in Advance
They ain’t had a chance
Vince McMahon or shano with them bands
I ain’t had a chance
I roll with the flow or roll some grams

Witness they gon dance 
They don’t listen but they dance
Witness they gon dance
They don’t listen but they dance
Witness they gon dance
They don’t listen but they dance
Yea they dance

Beat by LL Clawz - https://youtu.be/Od2Ka6npXF0?si=6iDbHwfDDWFvmDri

No more

Truth is I’m stupid
I say I wanna rap then I’m ashamed that I do it
And maybe it’s the fact I wanna rap what I really think
Or maybe I’m too scared to think of if I get really big
But that’s that fear 
Got beer to chase tho
And truth is I got love for everyone who got hate tho
Brothers hating brothers 
And sorry but listen mother 
I got words for mother fuckers
And bitches but I don’t bother
I just hope you understand I swear but It don’t mean shit
Girls and females flow but they don’t know when I scream bitch
Not talkin bout the woman
I’ll say it but nah I shouldn’t 
They too casual 
the actual me is without my footing
That’s my diabetic side 
I lied I wanna vibe out
Ay
Put my lyrics on a time out
Ay
And truth is i want a girl
But I don’t wanna want her 
I just wonder if im the one I been hiding from
Up under the cover like im a Carmichael 
show me how this stopping 
No wait I ain’t a Shaun Micheals 
starting from the bottom 
But damn it 
Well that’s the problem 
Just the thought of saying I was there 
is kinda ridiculous 
And Truth is growing up i was like more of a Disney kid
And even then I gave up more than half of my kidney did
My tracks all trash till I’m hittin a sesh 
And
I put it all on mute cuz I just sit there
contemplating and questioning
That the truth is If you hear this then something changed within me
I don’t 
Drop a dolla ,can’t pop a bottle for nadda
I don’t 
Have the paper, saw half my payment go vacant 
Make me feel some kind of way when I say it
But shit I’ll give it if I have tho
Sound like Em, be rappin down a rabbit hole
I just feel you’re somethin when you have it all
But When u got nothin, that somethin fled so 
Best check on who you really be
Giving aint ever free
God damn like 

But truth is I go and pray to that mother fucker
And I’m agnostic, got faith in no mother fucker, It’s just
I’m confused like who right or wrong
I’m even scared i called him fucker, what if he heard it 
He’ll get me murdered
Like I shoulda went to church if I think he real
But they all in a pact 
If they worship well then he make a deal
love all us don’t he?
I mean really if he be watchin us clearly
There be some bitches, let alone in my city
I’m talking everyone 
Can’t count em all
Hypocrite, you talk and then you pout about
You down and then you down for him
Whats that about
Nah that’s the thing
I really hope he’s real 
but y ain’t he out helping out the poverty 
They obviously need it more then me imma need like nothin man
I still pray for bitches that I haven’t had
When I should just be grateful that I have a dad
But maybe that’s it
Confuse myself when I spit
Cuz I been tryna tell the truth when I don’t know what it is
Well shit

Truth Is

I ain’t feelin like a rap god
I been praising all these rappers like a mascot
Turning every single lil paper that their raps got
Still Ingesting every lil bar that make their raps hot
I don’t wanna know though 
Put this on the paper, it’s my own show
Still ain’t got a writer who in ghost mode
Tryna be the goat, no
Tryna be the me that people don’t know
Tryna be that motha fuckin engine when the rhyming hit the mat flat

Had a laugh at it when the track mattered
Couldn’t half ass it when no mask lackin
I ain’t no mysterio
I’ll leia down like princess to imperials
Troopers or the cloaks to hide the fear in him
Well Harry now you spaz at it, hadn’t had magic 
Till the stache added
Not a bag to Drag you down at it
You the one who got the script tho
Bit into the coin like it some crypto 
Now you playing catch up with the mayo and the pickles 
Like you Rick up on ur side and then your family left 
I don’t want no sugar from no bitches, I got candy left
I was for the people till the people wasn’t in my head
And people boutta hear whats in the tank 
Or when the missile hits
And I don’t need no Benjamin
Mainly cuz I’m ridin with Desmond 
Like it 2010
And i don’t go sit there pathetic 
Cuz I could doze off 
Thought, it goes off
I guess this is what I rap for
Thought I only battled for myself

But these new levels
never thought I’d dwell em
low as the devil
I got more gas that I be brakin the pedal
Startin over or Im just “Out of time”
Bombs when I rhyme 
System is blind 
And I bet that they won’t hear when I die
I got more mutant since the fallout inside me
Defined me
Pickin my body 
Deprived me
All of my living
The pickin
could have been givin
To any fucker with a pancreas
Bitch you know who’s game it is
I don’t want Bethesda less it comin with obsidian 

Oblivion is where I’ll be if imma lose
I can’t lose myself, I feel like marshal 
Not the lawyer dude
how I met your mother and she told me 
That I’m kinda cute
But now I’m boutta body what they gimme 
Cuz you light a fuse
I’m In a lighter mood
Choose to light a few
Supersonic butcher 
But inches from when they get it
Translucent until a train 
Gon hit a Mindstorm
Now it black noir
I guess this is what I rap for
Time to wake up bitch I’m just the mother fuckin rap addict

Finally back at it
Ditched the bad habits
I ain’t like no gangsters takin stabs at it
“Thought he had a pistol to go 
but he be cappin “
Well that’s cuz u gon listen to chords 
When I be spazzin
The weapon Wreak havoc
Faster than plasma devours 
Even empowers the power
Further then my voice could ever reach tho
Soon up on a beach tho
I guess this is really what I rap for
Thought I only battled for myself

But These new levels got me fightin for “the way of the voice” 
(And this the shit I never really even got the proper armour for the battle)

And I don’t toggle with “the way of the voice” 
(There ain’t a mountain couldn’t handle, when I climb it know im kickin in sandals)

You gotta problem with “the way of the voice”
I-I’d keep it movin 
Nother foot imma lose all my diabetic infusion 
But what I rap for?
(What I’m back for)
This some mother fuckin dish soap
Sudsy with the pistol in the middle of the

Trenches, never thought I’d mention
High as my credit
I been too nameless like kimiko
I’m ready
I got more matches, I could set a fire
Make em retire, identify em
Well tell me when I really be lyin
This vos roh dah mother fucker
Die mother fucker
Stay down mother fucker
Pressin F but only pay respect to me tho
Fuck is diabeto?
I guess this is really what I rap for
Thought I only battled for myself 
But these new levels got me….

Finally I’ve hit this

Last year I was rappin in a mother fuckin hallway
Pitchers, drinkin, strikin out with bitches 
End of ball game
Fuck it I been trippin 
I don’t fit in livin all day
Best u check on what we brewin
Shit u better Call Jake
Fuck we livin all day
Now we boutta make a show
U better call saint
Bitches sprinkle little blow like they a salt bae
Max I know I said assault but this the wrong game
Caught me drivin octanes

Skippin class with Dalen got the j tho
Hit me jack, im blackin out 
But shit we in the same boat
Back of class we laughin bout 
the business that we paid for
Tell me Jacob 
Tempting, all the islands wit the rain forest
Put it on the smart board
Hell yea
Where’s jordo, soon I’ll put em in a hellcat
Where’s Dominic, you sick of what you had yet?
never switch up 
Doin push ups cuz my chest weak
Ridin with the best team

Caleb got the binger by the pool if I can make it there
Coop, we scoopin biz and gettin faded 
you can wait a minute 
Drivin 60 on the highway
I don’t want to speed a bit
I can’t afford the ticket 
Regan buy me all my pita pit
And fed me dinner all day
And I wake up and I drink another palm bay
Wanna smoke a little, shit you think I’m gon say?
I been feinin for the heat like it’s a fall day
Fuckin with em all eh
Fuck we livin all day

And you know I make it rain like it’s a bad day
Shit, the paper goin to my lyrics in a bad way
I really gotta budget, people rippin off eachother got it feelin like a bandaid
Wonder what your nan thinks
Be yourself unless yourself is too demanding
speak your mind unless your mind don’t say a damn thing
Never wanna find out what a mime could pick up, be liquor 
I got no shit but it’s sicker
But shit it’s all day


Everyday so I ain’t bitchin when it’s fast tho
I just want a bitch, I get no bitches if they ask tho
One on one they nice and then they sayin im an asshole
I ain’t wear the mask tho
Shit I’m livin all day 
Never lyin like I hit you with a pump fake
And his rappin never mattered what a dumb take

Diabetic alcoholic smokin weed on the paper 
Just not the dollars
Got my dawgs and they been free from their collars
Ill paint a picture 
Give the number
Watch you struggle while fillin in all the colour
Paint my word or cross the line when I stutter

I been embarrassed by the fact that every track I been weezing 
I got no reason
I had asthma 
Believe it 
I’m still here breathin
But I shoulda went and passed out
Not the strongest but I be the last down
Shit it’s what they all say
I don’t give a fuck
we livin all day

And the doctor callin but I’d rather call dre
Keep it mello, like my roommate 
And if I say
Where be Graydon, off the ropes like he a tall Rey 
Smokin on the highway
Fuck we livin all day
Ay u lookin for some shit u better call J
When I wake up with a bitch I’ve had an odd day
Now I’m drinkin what I’m given cuz if alls fate 
Do it for my own sake
Fuck we livin all day

Yea yea yea yea out here livin all day
You know how it is man
(Jiberish) livin all day
Comin from cobourg
Comin from
Oh shit livin all day
Out here livin…

All Dayyy

See I can’t be represented  
left all alone now I’m unattended 
Still wirting bars like a lawyer pending
When you count up my flaws
You gon see two many
Never truly believed what I’m representing 
Sick of my shit so I’ll find a pen and
Write till it gold, diabetic pendant
I know what I said 
Cuz I said it deliberate
Just know I can never be represented
Nah nah 
I will never be represented
I can never be represented 
I will never be represented

(Tresiba)
Changed up your mind 
Caused your lies
How I do survive
When the brains not alive

(Diabeto)
Chat

Put you in the ceiling diabeto
When I wouldn’t wanna walk 
I wanna win 
And now put em where the pen is
Better hit the penicillin 
When infected by the villain 
With a bit of feelin bitten by a dicky 
But I bet that make u mad tho

That your picture be defeated 
By a bitch who barely read a book
While Lookin like a Peter 
Not the spider 
But he eatin by the rappin 
That he dream about 
When really it just be about 
The one that turn u into what you can 

Nah he a bitch, not a man
All his shit fake like a post when he smoke on the gram
Talk while I can, I’m a stan
Number 1 fan of the shit that you call an event 
Count up the time while I spend it
All the shit said with the mask 
What u mean?
Yea I meant it
Follow my lead recommended
Say all the shit I been dreadin 
Cuz I can’t be represented
Nah nah
I will never be represented 
No I can’t be represented 
I can never be represented

 (Tresiba)
Changed up your mind 
Caused your lies 
How I do survive
When the brains not alive

Shit

I can’t be represented

Shit is gettin bad lately
Wonder if I had? maybe
Contradict my rappin, still unpacking what I had daily
Try and understand these visions, thinkin of a fat lady
Damn
And I been fuckin up my tracks, it be a tad lazy
Fans hate me
I guess I question if the fans made me
And that’s the reason, talk to Jesus 
Make the plan hasty
I guess I’m goin where I’m goin 
Where the track takes me
You ain’t a fan of this rap if you like bhad bhabie
Sounds crazy?
Lay it on me, gettin cold
Bleedin out my lyrics like I’ll live to be a metaphor
Guess there’s nothin better for it
Guess I shoulda bled some more
Guess I got no bitches that be riding my dick
It make me sick 
Look cuz nun of you gon care what I did
Like not a bit
Cuz u gon miss 
so I’ll repeat, not a skit
What don’t you get?
You misinterpret every verse 
It get worse 
And now it’s personal
But first of all
This bubble gon burst
With every word
It’s not the time
But shit I’ll rhyme to the face
Entire industry is dying out, they right in their place
It’s no mistake
That I be set aside
Set out to rise
Simple advice
These people never see through your lies
Until they do
That ain’t new
Still I paint them as a fool
In the mood
To tell the truth
About the view they confuse
It’s unpredictable 
The pinnacle is far from removed
But all these rappers out here trippin tying up their shoe
Was saying rappers, that’s embarrassing 
Guess the word is perishing
Guess I shoulda specified, ain’t fair that I’m comparing em
bare but you the minimum 
Music or it’s cinema?
mention all these mansions, it’s surprising that you live in one
Get a gun
Oh is that relatable?
Drugs? Oh right u take em all
Rules? My bad, you break em all
Oh god, I don’t feel safe at all
They only killers and villains because you say they are
And they all happy with that
That’s why they’ll make it far
Break apart
Now it’s time I hit the news
Dead from all the rappin substance 
Tracks are tryna hide abuse
Maybe blew a minor fuse
Maybe found the finer truths
Maybe I been losing what I thought was good music?
I led em to it 
They be choosin not the past but a Future
Atlanta born or be the spider hated on by the bugle 
Ay u can google
But can’t spit it like spaghetti and noodles
Well that’s the truth 
That they’ll just follow 
when they find out a clue tho
I Scooby doo em
Matter fact I take it back cuz I’m better off
I shoulda worked on hooks cuz that would make for a better song
And maybe you would sing along?
But this ain’t that type of track
Ay this what I’m bringin back
So Fuck what u think
Cuz that’s a rap

Industry standards.mp3

Original song - Canoga Park by Gyyps

Yea I be livin out in modda fuckin Cobourg
Get the fuck out if u sober
All these bitches wanna take their aim so I’ll go first
Might burst
Time to put in all the grind till the mic work
I don’t care bout u bitches in the back
U ain’t gotta quarter i can intercept 
Fuck I’m packin Super Bowls anyway
Call me Green Bay I feed cheese everyday

Cobourg got bitches on bitches and bitches
LA took Ronald now Caleb first Richards
U took the Ls but u fishin for Business 
So I gon respect all the grind that u feelin
Fuck I be feelin the same but that’s whack
U got like a mil but u say u don’t cap 
So y Am I the only modda fuckin tryin put us on the map
Ik u fiendin for the money, don’t forget about the trap

Cuz u know I’m always reppin where I’m from
feel good town so my bodys always numb
We been dropping body’s we don’t even need a gun
want some?
Sit down till I tell you when I’m done

Bitch we be riding this flow till I fall
I check off ur name, that’s my job at the mall
 waiting for the call
Think youll take down me , better send em all 
Bnbs takin all my lives with the alcohol, overall
I ain’t rlly worried bout it
My brain is always higher then my own body
Blood is now dropping like a kamikaze
Look at what my disses havin in common
now I’m waitin for a summon
Diabetio got em runnin

Say you always gonna get it but u don’t 
Now u gonna get it, shut it down, listen to the goat
For the benefits
I might hang you up, little chokin prick
Keep em comin, I just love em like a
Lunatic 
Give a shit? Nope

Drive a 2011
God damn It feels like it’s heaven 
Bmore, g town and poho
But u know all the shits wit cobo
Pull up right up on the block I put ur head on the curb like a hobo
Bitch is dead imma beat him till his bone show
If I cross the line I don’t hesitate
U thinkin u in line but u just the bait

Call me dr. Seuss, I got pussy on my mind, must be a cat in my hat
Must be cuz There ain’t no cap in my rap
I thought I grew but I’m just a kid
I thought I grew but I never did

Listen cuz the fame is what we rlly wanted 
Never stopping till my name forgotten
Lookin down I’ll watching, Time is always ticking on the clock, better not stop till I flop
If I’m boutta hear a tik I better never hear u talk

DiabetoBurrito

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