Diablo (Explicit) - GAWNE/Luke Gawne/Vin Jay/Samad Savage
Lyrics by：Luke Gawne
Composed by：Luke Gawne
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 d**n
Uh used to get slept on daily
Brrt
But I still kept on s**t's not
Really finna be okay after we go crazy b***h we the G-O-A-T's
E'rybody keep on hating
Huh
Till 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 f**kin' 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
F**kin' 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 till I make a f**kin' 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 motherf**kers 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
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
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"
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 h*es that rap you're never sicker
Like I told the b***h 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 adding a D-iablo
And I know I'm not a god
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
Vin Jay：
Finally comin' up and man I know the fans love it
Woo
The money from the merch is hangin' out my d**n 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 f**k 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 spitting 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
Come on
