Diablo - Mac Miller
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 mano
Rapping head honcho rocking 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 f**king beeswax
Thes raps
Bring these joints together like a kneecap
F**k the little 8 balls show me
Where the keys at
The time continuum
Mortal Kombat finish them
Tryna find a balace reaching
From my equilibrium
Fools I pity them
I'm not a human I'm amphibian
Fake superhero like the Mystery Men
I ain't saving nothin'
I'm gettin' faded 'till the angels come
And skipping all the famous functions
All the famous functions
The A list can't be trusted
I strong arm them like I play the trumpet
The bottom barrel of society
I tell my b**ch 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
Finally I don't even need my f**king eyes to see
Come and die with me
Cus everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Yeah ok
My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah
These other rapper just a diet soda
I find Jehova in the darkest places
Empty as appartment basements
This a marathon gentlemen
Go ahead and start the races
Save the coffin spaces
Don't come up missing
Tell your b**ch you've been trippin'
Now you on vacation
Rapping like it's automated
Lights I keep em' on like Vegas
Love I'm making so hot
I'm turning 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 constelations
Contemplating 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
B**ch 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 rewriting history
Look at what you did to me
Look at what you did to me
Running to the underworld with guns
And set the sinners free
No b**ches in my circle
I'm a show you the commercial
I've been popping like a colonel
Reading Justin Bieber's journal
Treat you like a urinal
