Diet Soda Poetry

"**Diet Soda Poetry**" is a freestyle by Lupe Fiasco, uploaded to his YouTube channel on September 10, 2021. It flows over the beat of Drake's "Champagne Poetry," the opening track from fellow rapper's *Certified Lover Boy* album. Fiasco wrote, "'Champagne Poetry' is my #1 running it back to back. If y'all find that beat floating give me a sign." The title alludes to the fact that as part of his faith, Fiasco does not drink alcohol, therefore substituting with 'diet soda'.

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
**[Part 1]**

[Intro]

Yeah yeah, yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]

On the phone speaking in code

Sneaky n\*\*\*as want a piece of your soul

It's like the conversation change when I'm speaking in goals

And they don't understand when I speak the creole

Being see sweet don't mean you think that they hoes

Being C-Suite mean the seat that you chosed

It's elite, you ain't gotta speak cause it shows

My skillset freakier than Bohemian Grove

Baby blood only cause the mama brim

Ahead of my time, used to talk to my mama friends

Condolences to the Bakers

Tragedy bring us back together right after it break us

Casualty will always make us neighbors

Jordan made me Bull, but Kobe made me a Laker

Lee Scratch pass, know they crying in Jamaica

The boy stay blessed like the wine with the wafer

Live by my grind like the shaker

Mind my behavior

I park the car for the valet, set the table for the waiters

Totally self sufficient with a whole lot of favors, yeah

[Verse 2]

Blue Note Table, watching jazz on the xylophone

40 Dog, need a chain for my microphone

Chill is gusto, this that 99, headed to the stu'

With the 9 in my backpack on the bus flow

But I had it fucked up like an uh-oh

Chill was like that's secondary, school is the utmost

I was this close to droppin' out

High school dropping off, range rover hoppin' out, woo (Woo)

Shit was crispy

Beat bringing back memories like they miss me

I ain't gotta do bars, I can strictly

Rap what really happened, you would think that shit was Disney

Air in the circle like a frisbee

Thinking about my n\*\*\*as make me misty

All that martial arts make me risky

So you better put a gun to my head while you frisk me, n\*\*\*a

**[Part 2]**

[Verse 3]

I'm from the old school, you leave the meeting with a kissed face

I was in hoop shooting J after J like that Fish place

Word to n\*\*\*as living so rough that the pick breaks

But they still tryna get their shit straight like they mix-raced

I had a Duke, similar to an S-Curl

Same game, tryna impress them out west girls

I listened to Donda, I also listened to Kanye's mama in real life

That means I'm real twice

Ricardo's 40, n\*\*\*a, I remember when we was shorties

Handling watas like a levee in New Orleans

Spitta Andretti Chevy, tailpipe sounding like it's snoring

Giving out gas, Cavalier raising money while performing

Dee-1 granddad was just chilling while it was storming

That's how we doing huh, whether whatever weather before me

Tell ‘em welcome to ATL, the city's all free

And if you wanna see some titties, Magic City's on me

What up Mayor? What up playa?

What up Drake? What up haters?

Got the clique in my corner just like a stapler

Steady handing out punches just like a labeler

Prom bars, I'm about to start caring about paper

And keep my yells-low like an EA cartridge for Sega

Stay Tyler Durden, but leave my job as a waiter

Or keep the bars and be more intentional to whom I cater

That's that shit

As conscious as Common Sense

They done let us in door, Go n\*\*\*as is going in

Whether they throwing folks or n\*\*\*as is throwing fin?

Vic ain't smoking smokes, my n\*\*\*a, that so a 10?

Chance got the movie, Ism just got a plaque

We just got a double, n\*\*\*as just got a fact

Just left album mode with me and my n\*\*\*a Trakk

And Drake dropped this shit, got me thinking ‘bout going back

What the fuck

## References

1. ↑ Price, Joe (September 10, 2021). "Lupe Fiasco Shares Freestyle Over Drake's "Champagne Poetry"". *Complex*.