Текст песни Drake — Diplomatic Immunity

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 6 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,
MotorCity 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.