Juice WRLD - Diplomatic Immunity (Freestyle) lyrics

Shit uh, it's been a long time comin'
But I'm still here
Everybody talking 'bout they
Numb or something (wait)
Can you feel hell
All this fake shit around me
Is this some real hell?
All this sober shit around me
Is there some pills hell?
For real, I need to know i need to know
My mama tell me that I need to let 'em go
She say the syrup in these
Pills finna kill me
But sometimes I think it brings
Out the real me sometimes I think it brings
Out the concealed me
Sometimes I think it exposes and reveals me
So what happens when the real meets the real
What happens when Juice meets the pills
Uh uh uh, yeah westwood shit
I'm up in London gettin' it bussin'
Ain't no disscusion
Run up on me then I'm drummin'
My choppa sick or something
Like it was drunk I up
It it'd start to vomit (ooh)
That's a bar
Lookin' at my watch like that's a star
(huh)
Lookin' at my spaceship like that's a car
(huh)
Lookin' at my pills, them Xanny bars, nah
In 2016 I was poppin' them Xannies
Now I'm in Percies

Run up on me goin' harder than granny
Sit down muhfucker 'cause I know
You can't stand it
Outlandish, I'm gorilla in the mesh
You just a Kung Fu Panda
I ain't sippin' clean nothin'
This some dirty Fanta with a bitch on my lap
Like my first name Santa
You get jacked like a pumpkin, no O'Lantern
Uh vVS on my ring like the Green Lantern you
Gon' kiss it like a Mafia king
I'm a boss, that's a Mafia thing
808 my chopper that's a Mafia thing, yeah
Uh yeah, I did it
Mom, I made it
From goin' to physics class, to
Tourin' the world, shittin' on everybody
The world is my potty
I'm shitting on every possy
And I don't even got a team like that
I aim with my eye
I don't need a beam like that
Run up on me, choppa make you sing like that
Make you march like Martin Luther King
In fact i'm blacked, and excellent
I'm shittin' on these niggas
This is a excrement i rapped on another beat
That's some extra shit
You niggas gon' have to deal
With the mess of it
I thought I told yo' ass
Not to mess wit' it
I see this shit before I say it, telepathy
It's like I talk to my conscious
I say what it's tellin' me
Anything besides money, eh
It's kinda irrelevant
I can't focus without codeine, my medicine
I sip it until I'm
Slurrin' and spittin' impediments
I'm ballin' to the point where I
Think I need a Letterman
Westwood at the gates of London
He just had to let 'em in i'm here
Spazzin' on every single track he pass
You run up, I leave you leakin' on a maxipad
I'm ballin', hard
These other niggas on the bench
I swear, they need to stay where they at
Nigga, I'm takin' over the world
A map for a map i'm off of a ecstasy pill
That's a flat for a flat
I'm up to bat, throw a fastball, it's a hit
I hit a lick
Then I hit a hit on yo' bitch I don't miss
Listen, I heard yo' bitch on my hitlist
I hit that bitch, then I'm dippin'
You run up on me, I'm shootin'
That choppa on me is spittin'
My wordplay is amazing
My flow is so brazy (huh)
I'm shakin' shit up like I said, no Haiti
This is freestyle shit, it's authentic
My flow, it burns niggas
Careers is arsenic (uh)
My flow badder than bad women
I rock shows like Kravitz and John Lennon
Yo' sins ain't forgivin'
I'm the rap god, call me Juice Allah
Did I take it too far?
Did I take two bars, to get on Mars?

I got a little tongue twisted
But I'm still gifted
Still spittin', still rippin' writtens
This premonition is really killin' it
And these niggas ain't shit
But Civics, me I'm Bentley get it, bitch
Don't you forget it
The shit that you talking, I really lived it
(uh) i sold my soul then bought it back
I finessed 'em (uh)
You run up on me
Choppa holy it'll bless 'em (uh)
He talking stupid 'till they shoot him
That's my weapon (uh)
I got a couple of bars I could spit
Maybe I'll just use 'em in this shit
Or maybe I'll just use 'em in a skit
My first guess, they wanted shit
My next project, it's gon' be harder
My arm in the rim, really
I feel like Vince Carter
I'm at yo' head nigga, I feel like a barber
You on the bench nigga, and I am a starter
I die for my shit nigga
Feel like I'm a martyr
My shit's off the charts you run up
That's okay you catch a hole to your heart
I put that on my life
And that shit come from the heart
I'm freestyling on live, that's how it is
Yo' bitch swallow the kids
She up in my crib
I'm tellin' you how it is
Man, this rap shit serious like XM (huh)
I ex them (huh)
I fuck the bitch that he's next to (uh)
She hangin' out, fuck her curfew (uh)
You my son, lil' nigga I birthed you
But I shine
Like the pair of them church shoes
I ain't been to church in a long time
'cause they all lies
All the legends, where they at? They all die
Well, I don't wanna be a
Legend up in my prime
But, I know it's still prime time
Stars, how I shine
When they align with the planet
You know some shit is goin' on
I transform like Omegatron
When my favourite song is on
Fuckin' that bitch like the Ramadan
Man, I spit shit so cool
I breakdance shit like the old school

Try me if you want
'cause I swear it's not gon' end cool
I'ma prolly pull up to your cruel like
"Where the fuck is you"
Cock it back and then I shoot
W W W, I can't lose
Ayy, I flew from London to Chicago
Money in my pockets, I may get a Murciélago
That's all that I know
Shout out to my kinfolk
They know I'm totin' ammo
In the streets they call me Rambo
Ain't no peace where I'm from
But these pieces, we tote 'em
You run up on me it's over
Like a cig, we gon' smoke 'em
I put yo' ass in a coma
Smokin' kush, this aroma
Leave yo' ass in a coma
Ballin' out like I'm Odom before the crack
Don't you get it?
Spittin' crack on these niggas
Define niggas like physics
Shut the fuck up and listen
I'm ballin' hard like a Piston
Nigga this shit's enlisted just like
A army lil' nigga
I swear to god I'm invincible you
Can't harm me lil' nigga, yeah
I'm talkin' to you
I sent you my address a couple weeks ago
You ain't come through
'Cause you know we was gon' leave yo' ass
Dropped like a sunroof on a new coupe
Haha, I talk a lotta shit
But it all means something