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[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 classic shit

Rapping on some Statik hits

Immaculate Mac'll spazz and laugh at all these average kids

Be with the baddest bitch

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

Motherfucker, y'all be shapeshifting

Hate spitting, but with them wack bars

Take pictures with 8 bitches, boy we some rap stars

Used to fuck 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 shit

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 shit


[Termanology:]

Listen my mellow the metal will turn you into jello

Claimin' that you peddle with mettle but never in the ghetto

Kill a fellow rapper, immaculate never will I settle

With a middle class 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 killer, 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 shit?)

(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

Bitches be making me lemonade and cupcakes

Now you on my dick bitch, tell me how my nuts taste


[Termanology:]

And we like 'fuck 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 shit?)

(1-9-8-2. 1-9-rhymes-too)

(1982, the album coming soon, bitch!)

[Scratch out til end] 

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