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he stiffed a waitress, and ran out on his tab
Big Mac had a heart attack in the back of a Yellow Cab
By the time the sound of the siren said
will I see my friends or will i go to hell
only time will tell

[Mac]

Head first in this world with my eyes impeel
unaware that these niggaz
Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man

But where you at now, you lamp laid in Mac's now
Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name,
we can
Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man
But where you at now, you lamp laid in Mac's now
Where Bravehearts put they rap down in
on a stairway to heaven
Ayy, ye ain't no killer, nigga, ye ain't no killer, boy
Ye ain't no killer, nigga, ye ain't no killer, boy

Carbon 15's, A.K.'s and Mac
Thanks to Christ my spiritual fitness is intact
In fact, his tactics need no practice: the time to rehearse (recognize)
From birth to the hearse Christ
hold a Mac-11, and attack the reverand
I contact 11 L's and Max in heaven

Yo, one time for your mind, one time
It sound clever
But one time for
survival times

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm
Viscous as they come you know it's unbearable 

G got a Mac-10 D got a Mac-11 

Seff got a Glock 17 send em straight to heaven 

So now you know
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
(The Divine Feminine)
Oh

Love
Love, love, love, love (sex)
Love, love, love, love (sex)
miney moe
Now tre pound or 44
Pick a strap the Tec, the Mac
The hawk I'll stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
And where you
miney moe
Now tre pound or 44
Pick a strap the Tec, the Mac
The hawk I'll stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
And where you
bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven
Why call in shots nobody really as clear as me
Ain't trying to help the feds get a case for conspiracy
[Hook: Unknown Singer]
Live by the gun, die by the forty (x7)

[Killah Priest]
I see demons in the atmosphere
Gats appears out of nowhere
Blood
Dedicated to my son, that's about to be born
So by the time you people hear this record, my son'll be born
And I gotta teach him about life
you out of time
This is crime by design
If the crown ain't mine tell me who am I behind

Yeah, I'm taking niggas' lunch money
Too bad, I was fucking
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the n****z that's caught
Had a motherf***in ward but he
when I kick em
Niggas die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
and drug, paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts
Tryin figure where your mail is,
-11, and attack the Reverand
I contact 11 L's and max in heaven

Outro: Nas, Large Professor, and ?
[LP] Yo, one time 4 your mind, one time
[?] It sound clever
at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided.
I hold a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand.
I contact eleven L's, and max in heaven.

Yo, one time for
maternity and learnin
Seein much about the infant children
To be skilled in fatherhood
Stealin baby stuff home for self
And he didn't have to pull the Mac
-11, and attack the Reverand.
I contact eleven L's, and max in heaven.

[LP] 
Yo, one time for your mind, one time.

It sound clever.

[LP]
But one time
and the old
Can't say you never know
Heaven knows how many souls are going to hell or to heaven so we gotta go in to get them

Don't wanna waste my life, life,