[Intro: Mac Miller]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Rap diablo

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

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 eight ball, 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 come, and 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

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Vince Staples]

'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

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

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

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Vince Staples]

'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