Mac Miller - Pittsburgh Kidz Get The Biz lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Last name stoner, first name I'ma Ain't nobody higher, sippin' on some Aunt Jemima Champagne, campaign, bubbly for the hoes So, fill up ya gla** everybody make a toast It's a new day, fresh start like it's toothpaste Take ya' head off you a toupee, I'm servin' bars like a soufflé Rappers like to hate cause I'm chillin' and I'm gettin' all my tunes played I do me though, kick a Ronaldinho Mean flow, wear jeans low, see my cheeks ho Long journey to the top of a ski slope I keep away from all these haters and these mean hoes She rock a pea coat to cover up them cheap clothes Never knew that they would bite her in the a** Late start, and I need to catch a flight so where the cab? If I miss my plane Benji gonna come and kick my a** This and that, snapbacks from a fitted cap Baggy clothes, ratty hoes gettin' rid of that I'm so on point, you could play me out DJ Booth.net, gone and put it out You like to party? well, I like to work It's paper over p**y cause the money like to flirt And I'm bout' it, bout' it, handin' checks to my accountant On my official sh**, no not on my whistle sh** A day-job to me is like a book to those illiterate I'ma kid, but you the one who throwin' hissy fits You the one that never seem to feel me spittin' Now I'm limited edition and you p**y like a cli*oris Most Dope syndicate, my people stayin' together Through the rain, sleet, snow any weather it's whatever I thought I told you that "we won't stop" Got the crowd standin' up like they seat so hot Got em' like "Yo Mac, when the beat gone drop?" Hear, now pay attention cause' believe it's not So I can preheat the . .? to eat up clock D-J-B, double O-T-H dot Net