Denzel Curry - Diet_ | A COLORS SHOW

Denzel Curry lays down a gritty performance of ‘DIET_’ (produced by Kenny Beats), a standout cut from ‘UNLOCKED’. Subscribe to COLORS Follow ▶ Stream: ▶ Facebook: ▶ Instagram: — Follow COLORS: ▶ On Socials: ▶ On Spotify: ▶ On Apple Music: ▶ On the Web: ▶ Newsletter: COLORSXSTUDIOS is a unique aesthetic music platform showcasing exceptional talent from around the globe. COLORS focuses on the most distinctive new artists and original sounds in an increasingly fragmented and saturated scene. All COLORS shows seek to provide clear, minimalistic stage that shines a spotlight on the artists, giving them the opportunity to present their music without distraction. #colors #denzelcurry #diet_ Lyrics: [Intro] Woah, Kenny [Verse 1] Pamela Anderson, Pam Grier The man’s here, there’s no fear Came through with no tears (Wah) I don’t cry Matter fact, I don’t lie like a bedside To tell the truth, then I tell you what it is or what it ain’t Please roll me up another dank, another smoke Though I see it as the antidote to cure my daily anecdotes I see my thoughts, it’s adios Finito, I get new jerseys like I was a guido The ego, gotta be vetoed if you want a free throw D’Evils, stay with a scripture, what your mama read you You gotta milk the game, son, I couldn’t bottle-feed you This next bar was ’bout to do some Logic shit But now It’s time to stop the shit and let me pop my shit Drama still added on, stayin’ positive All my niggas on my side, on the opposite [Chorus] Get money from a show, then deposit it (Uh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah) So braggadocios, spit sick shit, it’s atrocious (Nasty) Risin’ like the stocks, stockbroking The Shogun, came through with no gun One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command And what I demand is some fuckin’ peace and quiet I told ’em please go to church, and please get on a diet [Verse 2] Shoebox came with the doowop One billion and two cops can’t find 2Pac Two shots, that’s two grazed in two days What goes up must come down on Tuesday And I don’t like Pixar, mister I am the master, I came through like a (Wait a minute), bastard Nobody fathered my style People said I would fall off, but I’ve been here for a while, so nope Are you ready for the motherfuckin’ giant? The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the lycan The vampire, taking over empires If the game was a tooth, I’m a fuckin’ pair of pliers We gon’ do ’em Vinny style As you can see, this nigga got many styles (Serious) Know too many niggas that got semi rounds (Serious) And cold like (Ice) Put thorns to your crowns, you go out like Christ, my nigga [Chorus] Get money from a show, then deposit it (Uh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah) So braggadocios, spit sick shit, it’s atrocious (Nasty) Risin’ like the stocks, stockbroking The Shogun, came through with no gun One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command And what I demand is some fuckin’ peace and quiet I told ’em please go to church, and please get on a diet [Outro] You already know what time it is It’s the motherfuckin’ championship