Diplomatic Immunity Lyrics - Drake

[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 Wylie'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 Solana 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 

Caterin' 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 

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[Outro] 

I love, I love 

I love, I love it 

Baby, I 

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