Mac Miller - Diablo lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah rap diablo
Yeah, yeah

It's the rap diablo, macho when I drop flows
The bar gets raised up
It's me and Petey Pablo
Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono
Rappin' head honcho
Rockin' shows like I was Bono
I go play a couple keys on the piano
The industry a lie
All the promises were hollow
Follow me, I could show you where we be's at
How'd I get my G pass?
None of your fuckin' beeswax
These raps bring a joint
Together like a kneecap
Fuck the little 8 balls
Show me where the ki's at
The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish 'em
Tryna find a balance
Reachin' from my equilibrium
Fools I pity 'em, I'm not a human
I'm amphibian
Fake superhero like the Mystery Men
I ain't savin' nothin'
I'm gettin' faded 'til the angels comin'
Skippin' all the famous functions
How do the famous function? The
A-list can't be trusted
I strong-arm 'em like I play the trumpet
The bottom barrel of society
I tell my bitch if she don't love me
Then just lie to me
I'm finer than the winery
Take it from the rich, this is piracy
(Piracy) finally, I don't even need my
Fuckin' eyes to see come and die with me

'Cause everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
Yeah, said everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies

Yeah, um
Okay, my mind is Yoda, I'm on Ayatollah
These other rappers just a diet soda
I find Jehovah in the darkest places
Empty as apartment basements
This a marathon, gentlemen
Go 'head and start the races
Save the coffin spaces
You'll come up missin', tell your
Bitch that you been trippin'
Now you on vacation
Rappin' like it's automated
Lights I keep 'em on like Vegas
Lava makin', so hot I'm turnin' hog to bacon
Only God can save him
I heard the monsters made him
I ain't a star
I'm way farther with the constellations
Contemplatin' suicide like it's a DVD
Lost inside my mind, it's a prison, homie
Leave me be you can see me bleed
I be with the freaks and geeks
Bitch, I never miss a
Beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke
Gordon Bombay in these streets
Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete been a beast
Every word I spit rewritin' history
Look at what you did to me
Look at what you did to me
Run into the underworld with guns
And set the sinners free
No bitches in my circle, I'm the show
You the commercial
I been poppin' like a kernel
Readin' Justin Bieber's journal
Treat you like a urinal

'Cause everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
Yeah, said everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies