Diplomatic Immunity lyrics

[Verse]

Diplomatic immunity, fuck 'em

All that peace and that unity

All that weak shit'll ruin me, fuck 'em, yeah

'Cause niggas started talkin' to me like I'm slowin' down

Opinions over statistics, of course

Gassed off journalistic

Come at me and all you'll get is the ballistic report

Booked a private room at Wally's, waiter twistin' the cork

I got multi-colored rings like the Olympics, of course

At award shows, cuttin' through the tension, of course

Girls huggin' me then askin' me, "What scent that is, boy?"

I be walkin' around the Six like I invented it, boy

Yeah, who am I? The do or die

The one with the fewest lies and the truest ties

They try to compare us, but

Like a job straight outta high school there's no you and I

I taught you everything you know, now you got student pride

All factual, I call the house "the embassy"

The studio "the chapel", I hate to travel

I just pulled up on Solána show, the girl's a natural

I knew her way back when Hollywood was international

Yeah, the furthest I've been, that's word to my ends

Word to the flags that belong in the hood of my Benz

Very presidential, I broke all the codes for zonin' in my residential

I broke spirits that I never meant to

My body isn't much of a sacred temple, with vodka and wine

And sleep at the opposite times

Promise shit is gettin' outta line like when you make a stencil

Or gettin' outta line like when you break a pencil

Violatin' the Treaty of Versailles

Champagne is the alias, but no cease and desist in I

I refuse to comply with regulations

I listen to heavy metal for meditation, no silence

Like Sanders on the Detroit Lions

Get a run around and I'll bury you where they won't find ya

Motor City Casino, I'm at the cage with my old license

They tell me "don't worry, I got your money" like Osirus

(I'm the Osiris of this shit)

Dirty 30, workin' on me

Tired of women that may tag me in pictures airin' my dirty laundry

Catering is from Giorgio Baldi, Robyn's favorite

Shit is nice, but I prefer Madeo

Calamari rings and tomato

I got the sauce and now shorties keep claimin' preggo

Wakin' up at 6 PM like, "Where does the day go?"

Forecastin' tornadoes, brainstormin' retaliation at dinner tables

2010 was when I lost my halo

2017 I lost a J. Lo

A Rotterdam trip had me on front page though

I had to lay low, Hot Topic like your everyday clothes

Closed off but I could never stay closed

Billboard awards, I claimed 13 out in Vegas like Sureños

Black excellence, but I guess when it comes to me it's not the same though, all goodie

That just pushed me to do the things we all couldn't

Niggas stakin' out the crib, it's all gravy

Protection that God gave me

Shit is complex like short niggas 'round tall ladies

I gotta watch who I'm talkin' to like it's all-ages

I've seen buddin' careers turn to sit around and talk about other careers, judgin' their peers

Knowledge from niggas who did not contribute to none of this here

Cover my ears, my security government tier

Yeah, advance the venue so we know the exits

Check the guest list

If opps make an appearance at least it's expected

Tell 'em I don't wanna link like a broken necklace

I'll be in better company with my own reflection

Mirror, mirror, on the ceiling of my suite in the Royal Palace

The TV playin' Al Jazeera

Inshallah, I hope the mission keeps on gettin' clearer

Whenever, wherever, OVO will always be together like Shakira

[Outro]

I love, I love

I love, I love it

Baby, I

• Artist:Drake
• Album:Scary Hours (2018)