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Don't U Be Greedy

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was bootin' me up
I grabbed the clip out my pockets and made them coward's duck
I told my o'l lady I'll be back to see
I went to Mac Melph Calio

Anther day, another dollar, right
Gon' dedicate this one to Mac Miller
Ya heard?
(Just another day,  another dollar)

Been in my lane so long
I dozed

face on a flat screen telly
They in the station singing like Melly
Spin that block till I'm dizzy
In the bando tryna get me a milly
Slap 10 from the mac

Percocets just like they M&Ms (work, work)
I might spin again, spin your block then spin again (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
MAC-11 twins

like hoes
MAC or the Glock, I'll let my lil' bro choose
I was pushin' the pack by my old school
Had the shit for the low, like Whole Foods
In this

really seem the sleep the same
Feel like I'm spinning around in circles
And Yo Mac go get the miller
I might drown myself in liquor
Till I'm filling up my

for beef (For beef)
Choppa knock bark off a tree (Tree)
Get buried by this mac
Get carried by dispatch
Just bought a new muzzle now its barely a kick

tac
And my niggas they stay on attack
GET BACK
Like nigga get back hallow tips they gon blitz out this mac
4, 5 it'll leave a nigga wacked
4, 5 it'll

free when your brain's in prison?
I'm by myself but I'm still with the coalition
You don't make moves you're only just hoping and wishing
Criticize me

Mac Miller,
RIP fucking Prodigy, Big L, Biggie, Pac
Rest in Peace Biz Markie, Phife, Juice, 
Fucking ODB
Goddamn, this album is in memory of true hip

Y'all know y'all was the best
RIP Peep RIP Fredo RIP Mac
Miller we gotta keep going
On and going strong my name is Lil B
And this is for the new

Spin a opp block, might hit a nigga lady
O Block Glock might hit a nigga baby
Smokin' on taffy, this shit got my lazy
This 44 bulldog, bitch, got

on my sneakers I might
End up hurting you
Glistens on glisten this not a Bentley
Behind a tint of a brand new infinity
Spin in the secret compartment
I'm

I told my lil nigga, I can't rap without my strap
Rookie nigga left your tracks, we gon' trace you ass right back
With my bitch a brand new Mac

Do It Like a Robot

Princess Superstar

Last of the Great 20th Century Composers

2000

I'm back
Damn this baby's stacked you want cash I'm NASDAQ
You like that give the pin I'm MAC, I crashed
Mathematical, unflappable never take

that make white people mad (Miller Mac)
Yeah my homies carry notebooks but these hoodlums carry flags
Looking back to the past now I sympathize with

ain’t stuntin on them n*ggas n*gga do a suicide so I callem mac miller I’m a real street real street hustler yeah real shi I’m bussin her yeah I’m in

that nigga at the red light, that was his final stop
Mac-11, ARP, MS5 gon' make them bodies drop
If a nigga ever wanna start some shit, then we aint

dropped) foenem blowing Glocks
They put switches on the back still
Popping out the Cadillac
Just to show you how this MAC feel
I ain't talking Balenciagas

tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall

Security's a superstition, raised by fearful visions
Fooled by locks and bonds, a patient disposition
If someone wants in they'll find a crack in

Your bitch an eater she ridin' around with the gang but do you give a fuck about that
I Pour by the liter and nah, I don't know what I'm sayin'

No Need for Alarm

Del the Funky Homosapien

No Need for Alarm

1994

swelling (rrrahh)
Getting bigger, getting niggaz in headlocks
Instead lock your scanners on Bruce Banner
I crush fools plus tunes used by the master
will

given
Burnin' on this incense, turn a light to my jewels and I watch em glisten'
Took some time and distance, now I see what's missin'
Rest in peace, Mac