Mac Miller

Mac Miller - Diablo lyrics

rate me

Rap Diablo

It’s the rap Diablo,macho when I drop flows

Bar gets raised up,it’s me and Petey PabloColder than despacho,colder than the mano

Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono

I go,play a couple of keys on the piano

The industry a lie all the promises were hollow

Follow me,I could show you where be’s at

How I get my G pass,none of your fucking beeswax

These raps,bring a joint together like a kneecap

Fuck the little 8 balls,show me where the keys at

The time continuum,Mortal Kombat finish them

Tryin’ to find a balance reaching from my equilibrium

Fools I pity them,I’m not a human,I’m amphibian

Fake superhero like the Mystery Man

I ain’t saving nothing

I’m gettin’ faded ‘till the angels come and skipping all the famous functions

How do 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 bitcj 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 fucking eyes to see

Come and die with me

Cause everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

My mind is Yoda,I’m on Aya tollah

These other rappers just a diet soda

I find Jehova in the darkest places

Empty as apartment basements

This is a marathon gentlemen,go ahead and start the races

Save the coffin spaces

Don’t come up missing

Tell your bitch you’ve ben tripping now you on vacation

Rapping like it’s automated

Lights I keep them on like Vegas

Love,I’m making so hot I’m turning hot to bacon

Only God can save him,I heard the monsters made him

I ain’t a star ,I’m way further with the constellations

Contemplating suicide like it’s a DVD

Lost inside my mind,it’s a prison homie ,leave me be

You can’t see me bleed,I be with the freaks and geeks

Bitch I never miss a beat,I’m…triple deke

Gordon Bombay in these streets

Ballin’ like I’m Pistol Pete

Been a beat ,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 bitches in my circle ,I’m a show ,you the commercial

I’ve been popping like a kernel

Reading Justin Bieber’s journal

Treat you like a urinal

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