Diablo

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 ****in' 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 ****in' 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!