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 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 can show you where we bees at How'd I get my G-Pass? None of your fucking beeswax These raps, bring a joint together like a kneecap Fuck the little 8-ball, show me where the keys at The time continuum, Mortal Kombat, finish him Trying to find a balance, reaching for 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 getting faded till the angel's coming Skipping all the famous functions How do the famous function? The A-list can't be trusted I strong arm them 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 Finally, I don't even need my fucking eyes to see Come and die with me Cause everybody got their homies Said everybody got their homies Said everybody got their homies Said everybody got their homies 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 missing Tell your bitches you've been tripping Now you on vacation Rapping like it's automated Lights, I keep them on like Vegas Lava making so hot, I'm turning hot to bacon Only God can save them I heard the monsters made them I ain't a star, I'm way farther with the constellations 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 Bitch, I never miss a beat I'm Charlie Conway, Triple D Gordon Bombay in these streets Balling like I'm Pistol B 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 bitches in my circle, I'ma show you the commercial I've been popping like a colonel Reading Justin Bieber's journal Treat you like a urinal Cause everybody got their homies I'm a dear homies Said, everybody got their homies I'm a dear homies Said, everybody got their homies I'm a dear homies Said, everybody got their homies I'm a dear homies