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

(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)

Lyrics -

(Tresiba)
I think I need you now (now)
I Think I need you, think I need you
Think I need you now, now

I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you now, now

I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you
Think I need you, think I need you
Think I need now, now

I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you now, now

(Verse 1)
(Harold)
Better get the drugs or where baccardi at?
Go attack my heart like it’s a cartiac
Only goin down, you ain’t been where I been
Outside on the curb smokin dabs 
While I’m burnin my skin
Fish the best lil fish 
But the best still go tho
Not bad, but the stress still won’t
And the pain won’t sink and the mess still floats
Not engagement rings but invest in boats
Like
Pick a body put em in a boat
Pitty party, Pitter patter, rainin, then it pour
4am and begging when u leavin then you won’t
Why you say you need my wifi 
you leavin in the morn
You ain’t tryna take the last late train and the cab too cold
Last time you gon call this home
So let’s chill for a while you already know
I need you the most 
Look

(Tresiba)
I think I need you now (now)
I Think I need you, think I need you
Think I need you now, now

I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you now, now

I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you
Think I need you, think I need you
Think I need now, now

I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you now, now

(Verse 2)
(Harold)
Too late for a wave back
Shit
Full party, where the cake at
I don’t got a mazzurati, Buick or a maybach
I just want your body, I been sayin that it ain’t bad
Thinkin I fake that?
Still grey or we past that?
Gon fade till it matte black
Cut it, twin blades you ain’t pull out my back yet 
Even we the same 
never sicker when u had that cold 
Like tales I’ve told 
And the songs I’ve wrote
Fuck it,
Matter fact, all the bars I’ve choked
Or the bongs I’ve smoked
In the air, pulled it back, had nothin 
Till the slack gave me all that rope
If the past don’t heal then the past ain’t old
Same cast
When the fast hit forward
If my bars ain’t for er
Then my heart ain’t either
Now I really wanna see er, shit

(Tresiba)
I think I need you now (now)
I Think I need you, think I need you
Think I need you now, now

I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you now, now

I think I need you (now) 
I think I need you
Think I need you, think I need you
Think I need now, now

I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you now (now)
I think I need you now, now


Beat by BLACK LIONS BEATZ - https://youtu.be/xCVJub1A9HQ?si=Gj-2sx-qGsH8yumA

Jasper National Park 7 by Tresiba (ft DiabetoBurrito)

Lyrics -

No diss, who he be tho?
Diabeto, modda fucka
So generic, nun these bitches wanna be him
See him ballin like a real pro
Maybe double A of underground or best among the rappers we ain’t feelin so
The critics that appeal know 
He been cheating like it’s a, b, up and down 
And all you bitches know I’m seeing
What generic rlly mean tho
Look this kid got chicken dinner 
From mother 
See bitches….
 
I don’t got no bitches
I got more then a problem when I got bitches
Not broke but I can’t caugh up a dollar to tip a kitchen
Not sorry when I called and you said please hold on a minute 
I’m offended 
Got the patience of people lurkin on Reddit
So what if I wear socks in my sandals 
I get less dirty
And only time I’m marrying rap is when I turn 30
Been Sick and takin medicine 
While soup is in the kitchen
Feelin better then a sun when birds are chirpin in the morning

Look, this can be a game tho
Chicken, rover, that ain’t outta range tho
Maybe smoke some weed and let the pain go
I’m tied up in my brain tho
Wish I was a kid and buildin play dough
Chillin while my dad through out the day drove

Was sittin in the backseat 
Back then, never asked 
I don’t care what groceries modda fuckas wanna purchase
I just wanna another burger 
From the Mickey Ds
Mini putt and maybe one day hit up chucky cheese

Well I guess that be the deal tho
Dinner with the family ever meal tho
Listenin to Katy in my feels tho
I’m Struggling to peal tho 
Oranges and bananas when they feel old
Only grab a blanket when I feel cold
I guess it kinda weird tho
Maybe it’s the feathers or I fear wool
Maybe I been tryna let my fear go
I chase it with a beer tho
only grow the stache but not a beard tho
Wish the science caught up in my field tho

I’m talkin bout my acne and backne I’m sick of scratchin
Sick of usin axe on my body I’d rather hatchets
Diggin in my skin
Lookin vicious but nah it’s fashion 
See these bitches like a wound or a scar and go make it happen
I don’t get it how they ask tho 
Diabetos back but why his raps pour?
I just give it simple, what they ask for
Got mega meta metaphors
Tied up? Get your head on board
Finally got the pieces, not together
What I’m headed for

I wonder, who he be tho?
I ain’t ever seen a modda fucka
So generic, nun these bitches wanna be him
Think he somethin like a real pro
Maybe double A of underground or best of rappers we ain’t ever been there feelin 
But the critics that appeal know 
Catch em always cheating like it’s a, b up and down 
and all you bitches know I’m seeing
What generic rlly mean tho
Shit
What generic rlly be tho
Damn


Beat by Kannaboyd - https://youtu.be/sIujhV0vjY8?si=XMc7I6HMr3lCZnli

generic rap

Lyrics -

Ay, Who he be tho? Nah we past that
Silly how they ask that
Took verses, insert purpose 
So it’s silly, you ain’t grasp that
The super suits and lab rats,
Billionaires and down bads
No digits differ nothin when u lookin what the ground had

Ay Diabeto? Nah we past that
So Silly how they ask that
Took verses, insert purpose
So they feel it like the ground did
ain’t been there, how he “had been”
aint thinkin how it had been
I’m fiendin for the pen, 
It’s time the point is gonna break

Okay let’s carry
You attack, I perry
But a bitch gon query 
No offence, don’t worry
My defence look blurry
But defence don’t scurry
In a tense situation, no flinch 
When we pushed to the fence
Implement some dents on a bitch
Cuz Notice this
I’ll fold you quick
I got a Royal flush 
You Might feel a drip
Lil bitch
Sippings as close as you get
Fillin a cup just as quick as u can
Run undercover from all of the pain
Married to fun not the game
Maybe their love not the same
Maybe I love just the feelin of love 
Or insane
Maybe I love all the fame
Maybe I love all the bitchin
Consistent with comments you given
And throwin my way
Any minute 
It daily
I’m drinkin it, Baileys
Crazy, how all of you dissin and still gon compare me
He rappin but barely
He like the diamond the way he be rappin
You find it but rarely, uncover it dirty
It purely the art of impacticle visions 
Continuous bitchin and ditching 
The reasons he claims are beneath it
Constantly tweakin 
Trippin with how you expect em to read it 
Like How they gon see it?
blind till the beat hit
I got a bet that I made with the demon
He livin in hell and he said u can’t bring all the heat kid
He died on the weekend 
I gotta taste of a chance now I feel that I need it 
You better believe it bitch

He Diabeto? Nah we past that
Was stupid how they ask that
Id burn this, bitches been dumb 
Lucho, bet they ain’t unmaskin
The super suits of Batman 
Bitches and they dab pens
No digits differ nothin when u chattin to the kid


Original song - Bad Karma by Axel Thesleff

breaking point

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

Still Seshin (Still Softish Piano Remix)

DiabetoBurrito

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