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Mac Miller
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Let's do this, 412, Pittsburgh (Yeah, The Ill Spoken, Lip The Kid) It really doesn't matter if I ever sell (Uh-huh) I'll be your Mike, Michelangelo, sh*t, rap's Raphael (Yeah) Sculpture tracks from scratch, what ya think of that? (Yo, yo) f**k it, I don't give a f**k what you think of Mac who lie in raps, sayin' that they lie in cash Ya kitchen service, flippin' burgers down at Mickey D's I rap like lots of money, and they ain't sick of me And typically, creativity is how you win, you hit the trees Moms wanted A's and B's, not C's and D's You rippin' when you spittin' 'cause I'm sittin' in the school But y'all the fools, breakin' rules, prison isn't cool Mistaken me for positive, I'm also 'bout the negatives I don't get paid to spit, and if you front, then I'ma egg a b*t*h I got a grave to dig, 'cause cats are tryna come enslave the kid They wanna be the dude that help me on the route to make it big And when I get the cash, they'll want everything I have But, f**k it, they can keep it, takin' everything but rap What you think of Mac, while I kick it back with my L Yo, [?], Beedie, spit some rap farewell And it really doesn't matter if I ever sell I'll be your Mike, Michelangelo, sh*t, rap's Raphael I just sculpture tracks from scratch, what you think of that? f**k it, I don't give a f**k what you think of Zack Hit you with a sneak attack Yeah, get slapped for speakin' back, just get beatin' back You'll be leavin' [?] in the evenin', we'll be seein' where ya sleepin' at Beedie, Easy Mac Ill Spoken, bumpin' Lip The Kid, come see me rap blazin' herbs and bongs, I guess you heard him on that other sh*t You know it's lucky lips, board them other ship He's goin' to space, he's on that rugged tip The type of places the 300 went (Yeah) Try to harm me, killin' armies for the fun of it Talk sh*t with caution, I'll muzzle it Leavin' MC's [?] puzzlin' How do we this with no discussion Pure amusement with my music, who you f**kin' with? Ba-ba-bop-bop, I'm lovin' it Ayo, pass that sh*t, man, let me hit that L (Yo) And it really doesn't matter if I ever sell I'll be your Mike, Michelangelo, sh*t, rap's Raphael I just sculpture tracks from scratch, so what ya think of that? f**k it, 'cause I don't give a f**k, ho-man Ayo, it's Beedie Crack, I'm with Easy Mac, we're here to kill you Hang you upside down until you breathin' but you still blue Leave you in a closet full of mildew For real, dude, you steppin' on my shoes and I'ma have to come and shield you You fell through, f**ked up your enemy plans On my d**k like you tryna get a scent of me, damn Step back, what you tellin' me, man? 'Cause I ain't tryna hear them words, man You herbs ain't a friend of me, fam I never sleep, boy, sleep is the cousin of death And I ain't been asleep in weeks like I'm duckin' from rest Eyes lower than my cheeks when I'm puffin' [?] Life's a game, play your cards, I just shuffle the deck Checkmate, and now you're done, that's the luck of my guess And if I must bust a head for some f**kin' respect, then I will, son Seven blunts is in me and I'm still spun Ill son comin' up, I'm still young And it really doesn't matter if I ever sell I'll be your Mike, Michelangelo, sh*t, rap's Raphael (Yeah) I just sculpture tracks from scratch, so what ya think of that? (Ill Spoken, y'all know what it is) f**k it, get 'em (Yeah, let's go) And it really doesn't matter if I ever sell I'll be your Mike, Michelangelo, sh*t, rap's Raphael I just sculpture tracks from scratch, so what ya think of that? (Chyeah, holla, Pittsburgh, baby) f**k it East Coast, sea-side of the city (What up, Beedie?) Yeah, that's what's up (Haha), Ill Spoken (You know) Beedie, Easy Mac, Lip The Kid (What up?)
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