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[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Ig'nant-*** white kid
But I'm still bicycling and recycling And I'm still eating Gummy Bear vitamins
All my *** taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen Hyper than Williams' middle son, since I was
A little one, Moms had to put me on the Ritalin Made a swisher run, crack the 40 then I lit
a blunt Told Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked
the drums All the best rappers are usually dead
But I'm the poison that left a widow Juliet In the studio with candles lit and Buddha
heads Coming up with all the coldest ***, take
your Sudafed Contagious, speaking while sedated
God ***, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the Bible
I ain't got nothing left in my will 'cept Throw it all in the casket, it's mine still
I need some backpack cast raps Took a break just to kill the game half-***
Set some rat traps, went to take a cat nap, woke up
Through the dead bodies in the trash bags Act polite, but I'm nasty on the mic
Your *** don't want my ***, then she has to be a ***
Slap it but she like, tell me "master, feed my pipe"
I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini type
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[Hook: Mac Miller] Suck my *** before I slap you with it
Gees... Suck my *** before I slap you with it
Gees...
[Verse 2: Mac Miller] Still *** with these hoes, though
Ozo on these doppelganger Jojos Take a *** to Soho for some Froyo
Tell her she gone blow it, Romo And now I'm out in Cali like Tone-Lōc
Young boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folk
No joke, most dope, you just bold smoke How much coke you got to sell to make a boat
float? Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til they tell me "no more"
I'm a highly difficult ropes course Pulling up to Rome on a chrome gold horse
Say "What's up?" to the Pope, pull off in a Porsche
Who you kidding? Your flow's worshed I ain't from the street but I grow you from
the porch I been had hoes, I play sports
Her *** out the bottom of her shorts
[Hook: Mac Miller]
[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] Black James Bond in a white shaft
Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream
Flashy as high beams, smoking on good weed Something from... the only strand to smoke
with MCM bag and ***, bet some weed in it
200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all living Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat,
how real is that? I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my
baller sack Put a million in a safe in case I get a case
***-*** judge hating on me cause my money straight
Dropped 10 racks in all 50 states Gone name my next tour Millionaire March
Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf
She gave me head, my nuts touched her cross, boss
[Outro: Mac Miller] Suck my *** before I slap you with it...