Текст песни MAC MILLER - Diablo

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rap diablo
Yeah, yeah
It's the rap diablo, Macho when I drop flows
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's I get my G pass, none of your fuckin' beeswax
These raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap
Fuck the little 8-balls show me where the keys 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 to the angels come and skippin' 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
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 ahead and start the races
Save the coffin spaces
Don't come up missin'
Tell your bitch you've 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
Runnin' to the underworld with guns and set the centers free
No bitches in my circle, I'ma show you the commercial
I've been poppin' like a kernel
Readin' Justin Beiber'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)