Verse 1:
They call me Diesel
Shoutout east coast they my people
On a mission to blow up and get my money all legal
Stuck somewhere in-between the good and the evil
But I'm the first to suit up, if the times get medieval
Inject the needle, please make sure the shot is lethal
I’m a mother fuckin artist scribblin’ lines onto an easel
Life is like a movie, having drinks with Don Chеadle
Ride the bikе off the ramp like I'm Evel Knievel
Rappin ain't so easy, take my time and write my bars
My homie back from GAR lended me a guitar
Sitting in my car, mappin’ out a bunch of stars
I like the planet mars but that planet isn’t ours
My experience is easier because I lack melanin
Now I’m at the stu' and I’m chillin in my element
The tension on my back is as large as an elephant
Make time for self-care cuz I know my body delicate
Count me out and you’ve made a mistake
Imma put your dead body at the base of the lake
That’s a lie, know the body isn’t real, its fake
He’s in the cryogenic chamber and he’s very awake
Hypocritical, the way I spit is biblical
When I make my music I’m a little over critical
Not political, he’d rather be an imbecile
Most of the battle is all mental not physical
So cynical, the way I chase the pinnacle
He said he's on my team, but his actions are inimical
Analytical, the shit I do ain’t typical
Used to play it live, now we do it all digital
Chorus:
You - Can’t - Stop - Me
(No you can’t stop)
You - Can’t - Stop - Me
(No, I’ll never stop)
You - Can't - Stop - Me
(No you can’t stop)
You - Can't - Stop - Me
(Nope, never never never never)
Verse 2:
Owe me some money, turn you into my tenant
Need the paper right now, they can’t tell if I meant it
Valor that I stole, best salute your lieutenant
Lookin fresh in the courthouse seducing the senate
Brushin’ off my arm cuz my shoulder lookin’ dusty
Get some chapstick, cuz those lips are lookin’ crusty
Friendly competition but I’m never not rusty
Beat em' fair and square, he a baby gettin’ fussy
Count your blessings, cause you know you got it easy
Peep my last name, yeah you know I keep it greasy
Craftin' rap bars, making sure they’re all cheesy
Too much public speaking, now I feel a little queasy
Cookin' hot beats, makin up for what I lack
Pack a bowl before work, cya when I get back
Hit the turnover, now I’m on the attack
Showing up to the wedding wearing nothing but Black
Workin' on my album, man I hope they gonna love it
My ascent takin’ longer than a turkey in the oven
Expect to see some hate, but I’m rising above it
Watch me step onto the board, then I hit the pop shove it
Please test your drugs R.I.P my homie Will
All these other rappers straight run of the mill
Headin’ to the diner, got some hours to kill
See my money getting longer so I’m footing the bill
Waiting on the come-up, everybody gonna see
Take the bass outcha voice when you’re talkin to me
Went to university and got a degree
About a hunnid k fans is where I’m trying to be
Didn’t really know you but I’m quick to pretend
Album just dropped, chop it up with your friends
Ask em if they liked it, “well I guess it depends”
Hear it through a new lens, then we makin amends
Chorus
You - Can’t - Stop - Me
(No you can’t stop)
You - Can’t - Stop - Me
(No, I’ll never stop)
You - Can't - Stop - Me
(No you can’t stop)
You - Can't - Stop - Me
(Nope, never never never never)