Текст песни Diablo - Vin Jay , Gawne , Samad Savage

All my life premeditated
My motive was never stated
Just know that I′m dedicated
Algebraic, keep cool and calculated
You fools get checkmated when I move like a chess player

Nowadays, them "woke" folks gon' expose ya′
They cancel you for the culture
One hashtag and it's over
Ya'll lived your life just to be liked and it′s sad
The likes of which will post a pic
And count up likes on the ′Gram

Damn
Used to get slept on daily
But I still kept on
Shits not really finna be okay after we go crazy
Bitch we the G-O-A-T's
Everybody keep on hating
Til′ they see me get famous
Then switch teams like Kadie it's
Cockamamie how they′ve stopped complaining

Fairweather when it blow
Where'd the real ones go?
Then again I guess I never really get offended
When up on the internet, you get the trolls
I just wanna let ′em know
That I'm about to spitfire
Never misfire, I'm the Messiah
Finna stoke the flames
Like a Boeing plane to a twin tower

I don′t really think it′s gonna be too fuckin' difficult
To kill a flow ′cause every time I work up in the studio
I spit it like a missile then obliterate another one of the critics
Who was thinkin' I wasn′t gonna be the only one to win it
Though a minimal I wanna spit in is the equivalent
To what I'm gonna do
When I get up and do the fuckin′ inner workings of Illuminati
I really don't got a human body
And you're never gonna make it to the pinnacle
I swear to god I′m never gonna quit it
Til′ I make a fuckin' livin′ even then I gotta elevate
I'll never slow momentum I disintegrate
Anyone who was thinkin′ I wasn't gonna be the head of state
I penetrated into the game like an examination
Been a menace, yeah, but then again never been a friend of an enemy
I′d rather be adamantly found dead in the Chesapeake
When I be enterin' the level of Rap God, I'm heavenly

So now what?
What to do?
I don′t even know really where to go
How come?
Every time I get up on a track you motherfuckers gettin′ outgunned
'Bout time I get my respect
For the sweats tears and now blood
So that one day I′ll be Rushmore
When they put me on top of that mountain

Yo, I'm not a god no
I′m the Diablo
Everyone hates me
They say I'm malo
But maybe tomorrow
I′ll rise from my shadow
I guess in the end though
None of it mattered
So I'll never be sorry

You're ′bout to witness what hell feels like
I can literally hear the sweat leavin′ your pores when I held the mic
Not pasta, but the chopper "BLAKKA"
Then give you some shells to bite
Then watch all lie quick
Like when you home late and must tell your wife

And I'm thicker then, I sell your light
Watch me shine on ′em (DING!)
I'm a perv ain′t mad 'cause I grind on ′em (DING!)
Want parts? Then I put another line on 'em
Say it fast, celebratin' the rha-ma-da-in (Ramadan)
In hotels, so I don′t respond to them
Wait what was I sayin′? I'm ponderin′
Voorhees, I could pull up in the pond you're in
And leave your soul haunted like The Conjuring

I was never perfect, I′m a sinner
Heart is colder than a blizzard in the winter of December
Wouldn't go against ′em friendly
But I'm ready to dismember who you thinkin' is the winner
Treat ′em like I′m a beginner
Like a quarterback you need to know, in fact, I been a stealer
And I'm swipin′ everybody like my standards low on Tinder
I'ma go attack you little hoes that rap
You′re never sicker
Like I told the bitch that bit her
I mean bite her, but you're bitter

That I′m brighter, meaning that I'm lighter
Meaning that I'm lighter, I′m producing fire
They be throwin′ shade at my head like a visor
I be straight up with the drip, no geyser
But you guys are, liars
Keep sayin' that you woke but you slept on me twice
Retired is what you should be
Only time you fire is hitting a D-
-Ablo, and I know I′m not a god

Yo, I'm not a god no
I′m the Diablo
Everyone hates me
They say I'm malo
But maybe tomorrow
I′ll rise from my shadow
I guess in the end though
None of it mattered
So I'll never be sorry

Finally comin' up and man I know the fans love it
The money from the merch is hangin′ out my damn luggage
I gotta take a break, swear to god I can′t stomach
All these instrumentals bustin' outta my abdomen
Man run it

No wonder when I drop they get mad dramatic
I watch ′em flip over the bars they ain't acrobatic
They say they comin′ for my spot like they have the talent
I tell 'em that′s a long shot, fuck a panoramic

Talkin' to God, I fiend to release my demons
It's YPG, the most lethal team in the region
If you rappers are my sons, I need to increase the beatings
Either that or stop schemin′, and leave my semen in cleavage

Ya′ll focused on school, I was observin' the business
My concern was with spitting, never learnin′ division
'Cause I don′t plan to split cash, I split words with precision
Til' my music on the streets like them dirty syringes
Come on!