[00:00.000] 作词 : GAWNE
[00:00.356] 作曲 : GAWNE
[00:00.713]All my life premeditated
[00:02.704]My motive was never stated
[00:04.312]Just know that I'm dedicated
[00:06.295]Algebraic, keep cool and calculated
[00:08.735]You fools get checkmated when I move like a chess player
[00:12.331]Nowadays, them "woke" folks gon' expose ya'
[00:14.903]They cancel you for the culture
[00:16.431]One hashtag and it's over
[00:18.343]Ya'll lived your life just to be liked and it's sad
[00:20.697]The likes of which will post a pic
[00:22.169]And count up likes on the 'Gram
[00:23.681]Damn
[00:24.419]Used to get slept on daily
[00:25.855]But I still kept on
[00:26.632]Sxxt's not really finna be okay after we go crazy
[00:28.878]Bxxch,we the G-O-A-T's
[00:30.368]E'rybody keep on hating
[00:31.862]Til' they see me get famous
[00:33.177]Then switch teams like KD
[00:33.942]It's cockamamie how they've stopped complaining
[00:36.381]Fairweather when it blow
[00:37.503]Where'd the real ones go?
[00:38.511]Then again I guess I never really get offended
[00:40.425]When up on the internet, you get the trolls
[00:41.976]I just wanna let 'em know
[00:43.111]That I'm about to spitfire
[00:43.960]Never misfire, I'm the Messiah
[00:45.641]Finna stoke the flames
[00:46.385]Like a Boeing plane to a twin tower
[00:47.952]I don't really think it's gonna be too ****ing difficult
[00:49.444]To kill a flow 'cause every time I work up in the studio
[00:50.923]I spit it like a missile then obliterate another one of the critics
[00:52.707]Who was thinkin' I wasn't gonna be the only one to win it
[00:54.093]Though a minimal amount I wanna spit in is the equivalent
[00:56.265]To what I'm gonna do
[00:56.711]When I get up and do the ****ing inner workings of Illuminati
[00:58.284]I don't really got a human body
[00:59.203]And you're never gonna make it to the pinnacle
[01:00.291]I swear to god I'm never gonna quit it
[01:01.376]Til' I make a fxxkin' livin' even then I gotta elevate
[01:02.788]I'll never slow momentum,I disintegrate
[01:04.205]Anyone who was thinkin' I wasn't gonna be the head of state
[01:05.668]I penetrated into the game like an examination
[01:07.570]Been a menace, yeah, but then again never been a friend of an enemy
[01:08.841]I'd rather be adamantly found dead in the Chesapeake
[01:10.298]When I be enterin' the level of Rap God, I'm heavenly
[01:12.575]So now what?
[01:13.447]What to do?
[01:14.225]I don't even know really where to go
[01:15.763]How come?
[01:16.525]Every time I get up on a track you motherfxxkers gettin' outgunned
[01:18.665]'Bout time I get my respect
[01:19.943]For the sweats tears and now blood
[01:20.900]So that one day I'll be Rushmore
[01:22.399]When they put me on top of that mountain
[01:23.347]Yo, I'm not a god no
[01:24.721]I'm the Diablo
[01:26.242]Everyone hates me
[01:27.694]They say I'm malo
[01:29.158]But maybe tomorrow
[01:30.557]I'll rise from my shadow
[01:32.187]I guess in the end though
[01:33.720]None of it mattered
[01:35.090]So I'll never be sorry
[01:36.449]You're 'bout to witness what hell feels like
[01:38.097]I can literally hear the sweat leavin' your pores when I held the mic
[01:41.226]Not pasta, but the chopper "BLAKKA"
[01:42.647]Then give you some shells to bite
[01:44.109]Then watch all lie quick
[01:45.263]Like when you home late and must tell your wife
[01:47.068]And I'm thicker then, I sell your light
[01:48.525]Watch me shine on 'em (DING!)
[01:49.428]I'm a perv ain't mad 'cause I grind on 'em (DING!)
[01:50.922]Want parts? Then I put another line on 'em
[01:52.344]Say it fast, celebratin' the rha-ma-da-in (Ramadan)
[01:53.827]In hotels, so I don't respond to them
[01:55.289]Wait what was I sayin'? I'm ponderin
[01:56.803]Voorhees, I could pull up in the pond you're in
[01:58.322]And leave your soul haunted like The Conjuring
[02:00.312]I was never perfect, I'm a sinner
[02:01.361]Heart is colder than a blizzard in the winter of December
[02:02.729]Wouldn't go against 'em friendly
[02:03.623]But I'm ready to dismember who you thinkin' is the winner
[02:05.101]Treat 'em like I'm a beginner
[02:05.664]Like a quarterback you need to know, in fact, I been a stealer
[02:07.400]And I'm swipin' everybody like my standards low on Tinder
[02:08.831]I'ma go attack you little hoes that rap
[02:09.950]You're never sicker
[02:10.259]Like I told the bxxch that bit her
[02:11.092]I mean bite her, but you're bitter
[02:11.545]That I'm brighter, meaning that I'm lighter
[02:13.105]Meaning that I'm lighter, I'm producing fire
[02:14.725]They be throwin' shade at my head like a visor
[02:16.165]I be straight up with the drip, no geyser
[02:17.569]But you guys are, liars
[02:18.617]Keep sayin' that you woke but you slept on me twice
[02:20.149]Retired is what you should be
[02:21.342]Only time you fire is hitting a D-
[02:22.813]-Ablo, and I know I'm not a god
[02:23.449]Yo, I'm not a god no
[02:24.743]I'm the Diablo
[02:26.192]Everyone hates me
[02:27.700]They say I'm malo
[02:29.071]But maybe tomorrow
[02:30.593]I'll rise from my shadow
[02:32.105]I guess in the end though
[02:33.718]None of it mattered
[02:35.137]So I'll never be sorry
[02:36.103]Finally comin' up and man I know the fans love it
[02:38.833]The money from the merch is hangin' out my damn luggage
[02:41.942]I gotta take a break, swear to god I can't stomach
[02:44.593]All these instrumentals bustin' outta my abdomen
[02:47.628]Man run it
[02:48.698]No wonder when I drop they get mad dramatic
[02:51.346]I watch 'em flip over the bars they ain't acrobatic
[02:54.259]They say they comin' for my spot like they have the talent
[02:57.321]I tell 'em that's a long shot, fxxk a panoramic
[03:00.312]Talkin' to God, I fiend to release my demons
[03:02.735]It's YPG, the most lethal team in the region
[03:05.709]If you rappers are my sons, I need to increase the beatings
[03:08.769]Either that or stop schemin', and leave my sxxen in cxxavage
[03:11.738]Ya'll focused on school, I'm observin' the business
[03:14.576]My concern was with spitting, never learnin' division
[03:17.626]'Cause I don't plan to split cash, I split words with precision
[03:20.619]Til' my music on the streets like them dirt syringes
[03:23.540]Come on!

作词 : GAWNE
作曲 : 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
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
Sxxt's not really finna be okay after we go crazy
Bxxch,we the G-O-A-T's
E'rybody keep on hating
Til' they see me get famous
Then switch teams like KD
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 ****ing 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 and do the ****ing 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 fxxkin' 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 motherfxxkers 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 bxxch 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, fxxk 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 sxxen in cxxavage
Ya'll focused on school, I'm 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 dirt syringes
Come on!