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No Fucking Diddy Party

  1. **No Fucking Diddy Party**
  2.  
  3.  
  4. (Intro —low, tense)
  5.  
  6. Ain’t no fake here, yeah—doors locked, lights low,
  7.  
  8. If you came with a switch, you can turn around, bro.
  9.  
  10.  
  11. (Verse 1)
  12.  
  13. Block cold, my name echo off the stoop,
  14.  
  15. Hands in my coat, cold steel, no hoop swoop.
  16.  
  17. We movin’ silent, candles in the trap, no cake,
  18.  
  19. Everybody know the rules —one slip, it’s a mistake.
  20.  
  21. Diddy walked in once, smile like a snake,
  22.  
  23. Talkin’ too loud, chest out, fake weight.
  24.  
  25. We caught him with his phone, eyes on the wire,
  26.  
  27. Shoulda kept that tongue closed, now we watch the fire.
  28.  
  29. It’s a code, it’s a pact, blood taught us the math,
  30.  
  31. Loyalty over likes, over cash, over task.
  32.  
  33. So tonight’s invite list say one thin thing:
  34.  
  35. No peanut butter pals —no cling, no sing.
  36.  
  37.  
  38. (Chorus —chant)
  39.  
  40. No fucking Diddy party, we don’t host no rats,
  41.  
  42. No cameras, no whispers, no turning backs.
  43.  
  44. If you came with a switchblade smile, you leave empty handed,
  45.  
  46. We raise cups to the real, to the ones who’ve standed.
  47.  
  48. No fucking Diddy party, doors closed, masks down,
  49.  
  50. If you snitch, get rich quick, you won’t leave this town.
  51.  
  52.  
  53. (Verse 2)
  54.  
  55. Cousin at the doorway, eyes red, he steady watchin’,
  56.  
  57. Mama said stay humble, but these streets keep clockin’.
  58.  
  59. I seen Diddy slide in Gucci, pockets loud like a horn,
  60.  
  61. But the silence in the alley said he’d been sworn.
  62.  
  63. We chop it up in whispers, history on the couch,
  64.  
  65. New scars, old debts, yeah the nights get loud.
  66.  
  67. If trust is currency, some of y’all bankrupt,
  68.  
  69. Flooded with fake love, self signed contract.
  70.  
  71. We count bodies of our past, names carved on the wall,
  72.  
  73. Lessons learned the hard way —loyalty’s the law.
  74.  
  75. So when the door close, and the smoke curl steady,
  76.  
  77. We nod to the real ones —keep the circle ready.
  78.  
  79.  
  80. (Bridge —slow)
  81.  
  82. Ain’t about the flex, ain’t about the gold chains,
  83.  
  84. It’s about who watch ya back when the window rains.
  85.  
  86. We keep the ledger clean: who stood when it hurt,
  87.  
  88. Who never took the stand when the dirt got unearthed.
  89.  
  90.  
  91. (Chorus —harder)
  92.  
  93. No fucking Diddy party, we don’t host no rats,
  94.  
  95. No cameras, no whispers, no turning backs.
  96.  
  97. If you came with a switchblade smile, you leave empty handed,
  98.  
  99. We raise cups to the real, to the ones who’ve standed.
  100.  
  101. No fucking Diddy party, doors closed, masks down,
  102.  
  103. If you snitch, get rich quick, you won’t leave this town.
  104.  
  105.  
  106. (Verse 3 —rapid)
  107.  
  108. Lights dip, breath fog, breath slow, count the heads,
  109.  
  110. None of these names sellin’ secrets for beds.
  111.  
  112. We got scars, we got stories, but we keep 'em sealed,
  113.  
  114. They try to buy our souls, we never yield.
  115.  
  116. Diddy in the shadows think he playin’ chess,
  117.  
  118. But chess don’t win if you fold under stress.
  119.  
  120. We move like ghosts, small talk, big threats,
  121.  
  122. One eye on the door for the ones with regrets.
  123.  
  124. Keep your pockets empty of other folks’ tales,
  125.  
  126. Keep your mouth shut —that’s how real prevail.
  127.  
  128.  
  129. (Outro —cold)
  130.  
  131. So here’s the rule, written in the smoke,
  132.  
  133. If you switch, if you snitch, you the first to go.
  134.  
  135. We celebrate real —the ones who ride and guard,
  136.  
  137. This house, these nights —No Fucking Diddy Party, barred.

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