[Mac Miller:]
Hey, hey. . . What up, Term?
Uh-huh. . . and it go like
I'm just gonna let the beat ride out a little bit
You know what I mean?
Just so you can feel what I'm feeling
Alright, now that we on the same page
Alright, look. . . hey, hey
[Mac Miller:]
We be making that cla**ic sh**
Rapping on some Statik hits
Immaculate Mac'll spazz and laugh at all these average kids
Be with the baddest b**h
Style's so miraculous
And you heard me spit
But you don't even know the half of it
Keep it funky hungry like I need some money
Cheeky so my speech is funny
Own it like it's bees and honey
Tweedle-dee and dummy
Trying to take some Gs up from me
Yeah they hate me but they love me
I be sillier than putty
Motherf**er, y'all be shapeshifting
Hate spitting, but with them wack bars
Take pictures with 8 b**hes, boy we some rap stars
Used to f** around and just kick it in my backyard
Now I'm on the road, hitting shows with some bad broads
Me and Term be on that hip hop sh**
Surprised this young one here know what real hip hop is
Everybody here be like, 'Oh, this my ish'
Hey yo Term, go on kick that sh**
[Termanology:]
Listen my mellow the metal will turn you into jello
Claimin' that you peddle with mettle but never in the ghetto
k** a fellow rapper, immaculate never will I settle
With a middle cla** budget cause buddy I get the cheddar
Scrape up you amateurs, babble on when I batter ya
Bakin' brownies with hash in 'em, bachelor who be smashin' them
Gucci wallet attractin' 'em hoochies always be flashin' them
Loosies yo I be stackin' 'em so really I'm imaginin'
The wax k**er, with Mac Miller my rap's iller
Just ask spitter, for currency I'm a cash getter
I smash Twitter and Facebook, you straight shook
I do a song with you homie and it's a great look
My shotty handle is Armani, they all on me
Call mami and twist her back out like origami
I pour Johnny Walker in my cup
Ever since a little pup
I knew me and Stat was gonna live it up
(Sicker than your average-- who's really the sh**?)
(1-9-8-2. 1-9-rhymes-too.)
[Mac Miller:]
I'm better than good it sounds so
Now they mad they hating on him
Girlies be waitin' I'm skating a figure 8 up on 'em
b**hes be making me lemonade and cupcakes
Now you on my dick b**h, tell me how my nuts taste
[Termanology:]
And we like 'f** jake', trying to get this puff cake
We bad boys for real, homie you trunk space
I'll put a body in a Maserati from the lottie
I'm packing y'all in, a Rottie mixed with the Dalai Lami
[Mac Miller:]
You mad I ain't as lame as you
Eating beats like some Asian food
Flowing that's uncontainable
Rooftop, amazing view
A million rappers in the game but I'mma make it soon
They spending money for me, now I'mma pay for you
[Termanology:]
Squash you like a tomato do
Burners while high will blaze at you
My mami take the pillow and bite it when I be lacin' it
It's undebateable
Roll around with a hater crew
Mac was born in '92 but he rhyme like he from '82
(Sicker than your average-- who's really the sh**?)
(1-9-8-2. 1-9-rhymes-too)
(1982, the album coming soon, b**h!)
[Scratch out til end]