Freak Offs Fallout (Diddy Disstrack) Lyrics

I heard the stories, I seen the fall,

The mighty crumble, Diddy, you ain't tall.

Big names, big games, all fall down,

I thank the Lord I ain't lost in that sound.

Thank God I wasn't at the Diddy bash,

Ain't no way I'm caught in that dirty clash.

Hollywood's dark, secrets heavy in the air,

Freak offs, baby oil, nah, I don't care.

Drugs flowin' like the bottles of that oil,

Bodies trapped in that life, blood on the soil.

You got what you deserve, Diddy!

That game you played, way too gritty.

Thank the Lord I ain't livin' that scene,

Hollywood's dirty, cold and mean.

You thought you ran the city,

But karma don't show pity.

Glad I ain't trapped in that dream,

Hollywood's filthy, know what I mean?

Lines on the table, pills in the cup,

People in those freak offs stayin' stuck.

One hit, two hits, lose their mind,

That dark world, Diddy, you left 'em blind.

Baby oil on the floor, drugs in the air,

All for control, but you never played fair.

You got what you deserve, Diddy!

That game you played, way too gritty.

Thank the Lord I ain't livin' that scene,

Hollywood's dirty, cold and mean.

You thought you ran the city,

But karma don't show pity.

Glad I ain't trapped in that dream,

Hollywood's filthy, know what I mean?

They thought they livin' large, cash in the hand,

But power like yours don't ever stand.

It crumbles fast when the truth gets found,

Freak offs and drugs, they run you to the ground.

Hollywood's shine? Nah, it's all a show,

You reap what you sow, and now it's time to go.

Fake love, fake gold, it's all cap,

Caught up in the fame, they fall in the trap.

They poppin' pills while you rise with greed,

But now it's time, Diddy, to face your creed.

You can't escape the weight of your deeds,

Now the whole world watches as your empire bleeds.

What you thought was power, turned out weak,

Now the streets speak, justice they seek.

Drugs, baby oil, the lies you spun,

Now it's over, the damage done.

Hollywood's cold, but truth don't hide,

I thank the Lord I ain't on that ride.

I ain't ridin' with the dark of the city,

Thank God I wasn't at the Diddy party.

They thought they livin' large, cash in their hand,

But power like yours, it's built on sand.

It crumbles fast when the truth gets found,

Freak offs and drugs, it's all comin' down.

You made 'em dance, put 'em on display,

But now the streets got something to say.

Hollywood's shine? Nah, it's all a lie,

The deeper you go, the darker the sky.

You reap what you sow, no way out clean,

That life you lived, obscene.

You got what you deserve, Diddy!

That game you played, way too gritty.

Thank the Lord I ain't livin' that scene,

Hollywood's dirty, cold and mean.

You thought you ran the city,

But karma don't show pity.

Glad I ain't trapped in that dream,

Hollywood's filthy, know what I mean?

Fake love, fake gold, it's all cap,

Caught up in the fame, they fall in the trap.

They poppin' pills while you rise with greed,

But now it's time, Diddy, to face your creed.

You can't escape the weight of your deeds,

Now the whole world watches as your empire bleeds.

What you thought was power, turned out weak,

Now the streets speak, justice they seek.

Drugs, baby oil, the lies you spun,

Now it's over, the damage done.

Hollywood's cold, but truth don't hide,

I thank the Lord I ain't on that ride.

I ain't ridin' with the dark of the city,

Thank God I wasn't at the Diddy party.