Lyrics:
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
duck down, duck-duck down
Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, we don't fuck
Around, nigga, we don't fuck around
Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down
MAC-11's cocked
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the corner
I see death around the corner
I saw him near last week
In my Oldsmobile some niggas try to blast me
So I cocked back the 4-5 no lie
Let my trigger
a fact
Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back
I'm Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap
Fuck nigga, shut your trap, 'fore we put
a European watch
On a different time
I used to run around with a MAC-10
Back when I was 20 years old
That was back then (30)
30 clip in the 40, move yayo like
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
thinkin' this ain't worth it
Back to feelin' deserted
Back against the wall, held hostage by my thoughts
And I'm feelin' kind of lonely
I guess I'm just lost
If it's Dev or it's Mac then
We blowin by the O
Uhh, niggas know me for rollin the O-Z
Or somewhere low-key twistin a whole bush
And if I got it then
around and shot one
Heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one
Somebody take this biscuit 'fore
The cops come
Then they came askin me my name, what
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
[Beanie Sigel]
Holla at me mami! Sigel..
You can catch Mac in the parkin lot, pimpin crazy
S-5, Navy 'Cedes, sittin on 80
That's four dubs, not S-4
and some Macs all big gats
Then I went to see my connect like
"Where the bricks at?"
He made me spend, I paid for ten
But brought twenty bricks back
Then I
easy
Call me wheezy when we fucking from
The weed and heavy breathing
I can see I'm fuckin' good by
The mirror on the ceiling
Feeling in my mouth, bad
the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
By
(K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac)
All that bullshit's for the birds, you ain't nothin' but a vulture (oh, oh, oh)
Always hopin' for the worst, waitin' for me
come firs see oh curse me! It's Jersey!
Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights
Picasso
Love the way these clowns stare at me
I’m avant-garde – young Barett
Fucked up – Crash Darby
Yes I’ve said it, yes I am
Colors dancing onna wall
I’m
Hung around people that's older than me, took notes (notes)
Mama worked three jobs on the weekends
Used to help her wash the walls at Mare Island (Mare
(K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac)
All that bullshit's for the birds, you ain't nothin' but a vulture (oh, oh, oh)
Always hopin' for the worst, waitin' for me
confines outside of this Mac Miller
I just need some filler, wish my verses were killer
Listen to me, my words can set you free
To make you be better than me
and Mac was wylin'
New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering column
Pushin' somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'
Baghdad, couldn't picture
gang, die for connect gang
Throw up spot slang, watch and let my nuts hang
Down with the 1-O, meet me in the jungle
Fly, gettin high by
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