[Verse 1: GAWNE] 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 Y'all 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 Uh, used to get slept on daily (Brrt), but I still kept on, shit's not Really finna be okay after we go crazy, bitch, we the G-O-A-T's (Yeah, yeah) E'rybody keep on hating (Huh?), 'til they see me get famous Then switch teams like Katie, it's cockamamie how they've stopped complaining (Uh) 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 spit fire, 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 amount I wanna spit in is the equivalent to what I'm gonna do when I get up into the Fuckin' inner workings of Illuminati, I don't really 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' living, even then, I gotta elevate I'll never slow momentum, I'm disintegratin' anyone who was thinkin' I wasn't gonna be the head of state I penetrated into the game like insemination, been a menace, yeah, but then again ,never been a friend of an enemy I'd rather behead 'em and leave 'em 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 really know 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 sweat, tears and now, blood So that one day I'll be Rushmore when they put me on top of that mountain
[Chorus: GAWNE] 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, yo (None of it mattered), so I'll never be sorry
[Verse 2: Samad Savage] You're 'bout to witness what hell feels like (Hoo!) I could 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 to think of it, 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 Ramada-n In hotels, so I don't respond to them, wait, what was I sayin'? I'm ponderin' (Jason) Voorhees, I could pull up in the pond you're in, and leave your soul haunted like "The Conjuring" (Yee!) (Skoodwidit!) 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 (Ow!) 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 adding a D-iablo, and I know I'm not a god
[Chorus: GAWNE] 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, yo (None of it mattered), so I'll never be sorry
[Verse 3: Vin Jay] Finally comin' up and, man, I know the fans love it (Woo) The money from the merch is hangin' out my damn luggage (Yeah) I gotta take a break, swear to God, I can't stomach All these instrumentals bustin' outta my abdomen, man, run it (Brrt) No wonder when I drop they get mad dramatic (Yeah) I watch 'em flip over the bars, they ain't acrobatic (Nah) They say they comin' for my spot like they have the talent (Woo) I tell 'em that's a long shot, fuck a panoramic (Yeah) Talkin' to God, I fiend to release my demons (Yeah) It's YPG, the most lethal team in the region (Woo) If you rappers are my sons, I need to increase the beatings (Brrt) Either that or stop schemin', and leave my semen in cleavage (Yeah) Y'all focused on school, I was observin' the business (Yeah) My concern was with spittin', never learnin' division (Nah) 'Cause I don't plan to split cash, I split words with precision ([?]) 'Til my music on the streets like them dirty syringes (Woo) Come on!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
