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Diseasë

Yeat English

Intro

All white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priestOnly bread you got is sandwiches, we gon' call you capreseDon't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleeceAnd your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon' call the policeYeah, yeah

Chorus

I got juice in my cup, yeahSpark it up thenLight it up thenCall your dead manTell meYeah, do your band dance?Juice in my cupRidin' fast, huh, big whipIn the Tonka truckAnd I can't crash'Cause I'm right up on the edge, on the curb, yeah, outlastYeah, you seem so dead, we chop your head off (Woo)If we so dead, then why we so rich and why so alive? (Yeah)Uh, I put a LYFESTYLE chain on the bitch, so fly (Woo-hoo)Yeah, I got a private jet, yeah, 'cause I been so flyI put a lot on their head, got a lot on this side, uhAlways got 'em turnin' 'round, break your neck thenYeah, you too soft, you too sweet, gingerbread manYeah, I'm the general, I'm the chief, CEO, manYou got your hand out so much, we chop your hand thenWe gon' leave you out to hang like a hammockYeah, it won't ever be the same, you don't understand itYeah, 'cause I got so much of this cheeseAnd I got so much of this bread, it's like it's creepin' on me, a diseaseAnd I got so much of this money, put 'em in whips and put 'em in treesGet the money, shade, the power, respect, the thing I only needAnd you wanna get here like me, but you never seen what I seenI watched them all bend, fold up like a crease

Post-Chorus

All white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priestOnly bread you got is sandwiches, we gon' call you capreseDon't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleeceAnd your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon' call the police

Chorus

I got juice in my cup, yeahSpark it up thenLight it up thenCall your dead manTell meYeah, do your band dance?Juice in my cupRidin' fast, huh, big whipIn the Tonka truckAnd I can't crash'Cause I'm right up on the edge, on the curb, yeah, outlastYeah, you seem so dead, we chop your head offIf we so dead, then why we so rich and why so alive? (Yeah)Uh, I put a LYFESTYLE chain on the bitch, so fly (Woo-hoo)Yeah, I got a private jet, yeah, 'cause I been so flyI put a lot on their head, got a lot on this side, uhAlways got 'em turnin' 'round, break your neck thenYeah, you too soft, you too sweet, gingerbread manYeah, I'm the general, I'm the chief, CEO, manYou got your hand out so much, we chop your hand thenWe gon' leave you out to hang like a hammockYeah, it won't ever be the same, you don't understand itYeah, 'cause I got so much of this cheeseAnd I got so much of this bread, it's like it's creepin' on me, a diseaseAnd I got so much of this money, put 'em in whips and put 'em in treesGet the money, shade, the power, respect, the thing I only needAnd you wanna get here like me, but you never seen what I seenI watched them all bend, fold up like a crease

Post-Chorus

Yeah, all white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priestOnly bread you got is sandwiches, we gon' call you capreseDon't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleeceAnd your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon' call the policeYeah, yeah
What the song means

"Diseasë" is a boastful, aggressive flex about wealth, status, and dominance over rivals. It opens at an absurd all-white party where the singer arrives with a priest and mocks everyone else's modest food and clothing, then moves into a chorus of luxury cars, a private jet, and designer chains. The mood stays cocky and threatening, and the violent images, like chopping off heads and hands, are exaggerated boasts rather than a real narrative.

The middle of the song builds the sense of power. The singer calls rivals soft and sweet, a "gingerbread man," and claims he is the general and the CEO. He describes money that feels like it is spreading on him, a disease he cannot stop, and says that other people have bent and folded under pressure. The song ends by returning to the opening hook, which makes the boast feel like a loop with no real change.

The key images are the mismatch between cheap and expensive, such as the "Tonka truck" and the "minky" fabric, which turn small things into symbols of excess. The "disease" image suggests that wealth has become overwhelming, and the "crease" image suggests that rivals have collapsed. Together they present the singer as untouchable and everyone else as weak.

Key phrases explained
juice in my cup
a drink, often one mixed with codeine — Slang for a sipped drink that signals partying and a laid-back, high mood.
Tonka truck
a toy truck — Used to mock or exaggerate an oversized, flashy vehicle as if it were a toy.
gingerbread man
a soft, sweet, easily broken person — An insult calling a rival weak and easy to crush.
minky
a soft, luxurious fabric — A flex about expensive clothing, which the singer then jokes about as "fleece."
creepin' on me, a disease
spreading uncontrollably, like an illness — Describes wealth feeling overwhelming and impossible to escape.
Song info
Release date
2026-10-23
Album
Luh Leakyz Vol. 1
Written by
Yeat, Synthetic, talk2primo, Venny, Cai Burns, Rafe (Producer)
Produced by
Synthetic, Venny, talk2primo, Rafe (Producer), Cai Burns

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