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must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\nGroupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\nCadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\nJust for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n\nI said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\nLooking up into the clouds where the angels sit\nThey looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\nSo how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n\nYo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first\nAfter rapping take my people out for octopus\nWe all deserve a dedication to the fandom\nHold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn\nYou see me peeling off a whip like when your mother strip\nBlow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip\nShit, I'm on some shit\nHand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime\nUnderstand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine\nAnd so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils\nWe ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner\nDawggie cause some of us just age sooner\nI'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river\nForbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver\nCheck the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio\nI been wild\n\nI said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\nGroupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\nCadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\nJust for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n\nI said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\nLooking up into the clouds where the angels sit\nThey looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\nSo how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n\nBitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wassabi sauce\nAnd constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance\nI was a minor, chasing after vagina\nNone of my friends were fake, but none of\nMy clothes designer\nWent from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs\nI came from that basement now look at this view\nMaking this money, blowing it all\nFuck what you did, just show me results\n\nYo I'm a 635, dip or fly motherfucker\nLeather to the foot, horses I lead them to the brook\nIf you locked, then keep the chisel in the book\nI see a lion in the mirror when I look\nLook, I lose money but I make it back\nI keep it true and ain't no motherfucking faking that\nI get a fade and then I fade to black\nBet on the Razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored flavored gat\nBlat\n\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\n\nYou was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps\nWho the fuck is Mac Miller?\nThis name say \"crack dealing trap nigga\nSlash cap peeler, back with a black stripper\nAss thicker than a snack wrap snicker\nToo fat to snap zippers\"\nAnd half is what I'll do to Mac Miller\nNow my minds first track figured\nA nigga who treats his yak richer than elixer\nTaps slicker than past tiller\nGoes around the room like his cats get finna\nOh you Mac Miller?\nThe fact's filtered in the snapped picture\nMy man Jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper\nYoohoo, I'm finna murder this brunette bitch\nGet pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat fixture\nA rap figure to look like you hacked Twitter\nI'll show you Beastie Boy\nYou can't match your killer with that wigger\nI'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Triller\nHe got track fillers for a album\nIf he had Jigga on an ad-sticker\nWouldn't go cat litter where I'm from\nMalcolm, I knock the thoughts off your balcony\nKing, you're from a home of funny bones\nNot like quite the one I've known\nYou look like, before you punched in flows\nYou were struckin' blows, bloody nose for your honey row\nIn the lunchroom gettin' yo money stole\nYou're a bully's Best Day Ever\nWith those Nike's on your feet\nComing through Blue Slide Park\nI'm gon' rob this chump\nOn a party on Fifth Ave like he Donald 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strip\n[01:50.89] Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip\n[01:54.10] Shit, I'm on some shit\n[01:55.96] Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime\n[02:00.27] Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine\n[02:03.84] And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils\n[02:06.84] We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner\n[02:10.94] Dawggie cause some of us just age sooner\n[02:13.43] I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river\n[02:16.47] Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver\n[02:19.69] Check the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio\n[02:25.01] I been wild\n[02:26.25] I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n[02:29.41] Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\n[02:32.67] Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\n[02:35.87] Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n[02:38.67] I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n[02:42.07] Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit\n[02:45.44] They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\n[02:47.80] So how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n[02:50.84] Bitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wassabi sauce\n[02:54.80] And constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance\n[02:58.22] I was a minor, chasing after vagina\n[03:00.84] None of my friends were fake, but none of\n[03:02.94] My clothes designer\n[03:04.45] Went from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs\n[03:07.22] I came from that basement now look at this view\n[03:10.67] Making this money, blowing it all\n[03:14.79] Fuck what you did, just show me results\n[03:17.06] Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly motherfucker\n[03:20.30] Leather to the foot, horses I lead them to the brook\n[03:24.07] If you locked, then keep the chisel in the book\n[03:26.86] I see a lion in the mirror when I look\n[03:30.08] Look, I lose money but I make it back\n[03:33.25] I keep it true and ain't no motherfucking faking that\n[03:36.43] I get a fade and then I fade to black\n[03:39.22] Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored flavored gat\n[03:42.88] Blat\n[03:45.87] I said it must be the drugs\n[03:48.64] I said it must be the drugs\n[03:51.87] I said it must be the drugs\n[03:52.46] I said it must be the drugs\n[03:55.24] I said it must be the drugs\n[03:58.20] I said it must be the drugs\n[04:01.47] I said it must be the drugs\n[04:04.61] I said it must be the drugs\n[04:08.28] I said it must be the drugs\n[04:47.73] You was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps\n[04:52.09] Who the fuck is Mac Miller?\n[04:53.71] This name say \"crack dealing trap nigga\n[04:56.75] Slash cap peeler, back with a black stripper\n[04:58.82] Ass thicker than a snack wrap snicker\n[05:00.51] Too fat to snap zippers\"\n[05:01.47] And half is what I'll do to Mac Miller\n[05:04.86] Now my minds first track figured\n[05:06.35] A nigga who treats his yak richer than elixer\n[05:08.21] Taps slicker than past tiller\n[05:09.77] 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You see me peeling off a whip like when your mother strip\n  Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip\n  Shit, I'm on some shit\n  Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime\n  Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine\n  And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils\n  We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner\n  Dawggie cause some of us just age sooner\n  I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river\n  Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver\n  Check the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio\n  I been wild\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\n  Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\n  Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit\n  They looking down, keeping watch 'til 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trip\n[01:54.10] Shit, I'm on some shit\n[01:55.96] Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime\n[02:00.27] Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine\n[02:03.84] And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils\n[02:06.84] We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner\n[02:10.94] Dawggie cause some of us just age sooner\n[02:13.43] I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river\n[02:16.47] Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver\n[02:19.69] Check the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio\n[02:25.01] I been wild\n[02:26.25] I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n[02:29.41] Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\n[02:32.67] Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\n[02:35.87] Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n[02:38.67] I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n[02:42.07] Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit\n[02:45.44] They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\n[02:47.80] So how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n[02:50.84] Bitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wassabi sauce\n[02:54.80] And constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance\n[02:58.22] I was a minor, chasing after vagina\n[03:00.84] None of my friends were fake, but none of\n[03:02.94] My clothes designer\n[03:04.45] Went from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs\n[03:07.22] I came from that basement now look at this view\n[03:10.67] Making this money, blowing it all\n[03:14.79] Fuck what you did, just show me results\n[03:17.06] Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly motherfucker\n[03:20.30] Leather to the foot, horses I lead them to the brook\n[03:24.07] If you locked, then keep the chisel in the book\n[03:26.86] I see a lion in the mirror when I look\n[03:30.08] Look, I lose money but I make it back\n[03:33.25] I keep it true and ain't no motherfucking faking that\n[03:36.43] I get a fade and then I fade to black\n[03:39.22] Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored flavored gat\n[03:42.88] Blat\n[03:45.87] I said it must be the drugs\n[03:48.64] I said it must be the drugs\n[03:51.87] I said it must be the drugs\n[03:52.46] I said it must be the drugs\n[03:55.24] I said it must be the drugs\n[03:58.20] I said it must be the drugs\n[04:01.47] I said it must be the drugs\n[04:04.61] I said it must be the drugs\n[04:08.28] I said it must be the drugs\n[04:47.73] You was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps\n[04:52.09] Who the fuck is Mac Miller?\n[04:53.71] This name say \"crack dealing trap nigga\n[04:56.75] Slash cap peeler, back with a black stripper\n[04:58.82] Ass thicker than a snack wrap snicker\n[05:00.51] Too fat to snap zippers\"\n[05:01.47] And half is what I'll do to Mac Miller\n[05:04.86] Now my minds first track figured\n[05:06.35] A nigga who treats his yak richer than elixer\n[05:08.21] Taps slicker than past tiller\n[05:09.77] Goes around the room like his cats get finna\n[05:12.13] Oh you Mac Miller?\n[05:14.89] The fact's filtered in the snapped picture\n[05:16.54] My man Jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper\n[05:18.42] Yoohoo, I'm finna murder this brunette bitch\n[05:21.47] Get pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat fixture\n[05:23.50] A rap figure to look like you hacked Twitter\n[05:25.50] I'll show you Beastie Boy\n[05:27.82] You can't match your killer with that wigger\n[05:30.02] I'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Triller\n[05:31.52] He got track fillers for a album\n[05:33.21] If he had Jigga on an ad-sticker\n[05:34.80] Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from\n[05:36.26] Malcolm, I knock the thoughts off your balcony\n[05:38.57] King, you're from a home of funny bones\n[05:42.04] Not like quite the one I've known\n[05:43.62] You look like, before you punched in flows\n[05:45.67] You were struckin' blows, bloody nose for your honey row\n[05:48.12] In the lunchroom gettin' yo money stole\n[05:50.52] You're a bully's Best Day Ever\n[05:52.85] With those Nike's 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They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\n  So how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n\n  Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first\n  After rapping take my people out for octopus\n  We all deserve a dedication to the fandom\n  Hold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn\n  You see me peeling off a whip like when your mother strip\n  Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip\n  Shit, I'm on some shit\n  Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime\n  Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine\n  And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils\n  We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner\n  Dawggie cause some of us just age sooner\n  I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river\n  Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver\n  Check the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio\n  I been wild\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\n  Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\n  Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit\n  They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\n  So how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n\n  Bitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wassabi sauce\n  And constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance\n  I was a minor, chasing after vagina\n  None of my friends were fake, but none of\n  My clothes designer\n  Went from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs\n  I came from that basement now look at this view\n  Making this money, blowing it all\n  Fuck what you did, just show me results\n\n  Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly motherfucker\n  Leather to the foot, horses I lead them to the brook\n  If you locked, then keep the chisel in the book\n  I see a lion in the mirror when I look\n  Look, I lose money but I make it back\n  I 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balcony\nKing, you're from a home of funny bones\nNot like quite the one I've known\nYou look like, before you punched in flows\nYou were struckin' blows, bloody nose for your honey row\nIn the lunchroom gettin' yo money stole\nYou're a bully's Best Day Ever\nWith those Nike's on your feet\nComing through Blue Slide Park\nI'm gon' rob this chump\nOn a party on Fifth Ave like he Donald Trump\nNigga give me that shit\nI liked you better when you was Easy Mac\nWith the cheesy raps\nWho the fuck is Mac Miller?","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.65] Think I can see a fucking halo\n[00:19.55] About to meet my maker\n[00:20.87] Brought a double cup of Drano\n[00:22.47] Some Soda for the flavor uncontrollable behavior\n[00:25.85] With some psychopathic tendencies\n[00:27.57] Lonely as your neighbors with the bitches, he got special needs\n[00:30.98] Word to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on ecstasy\n[00:33.78] My flavor from the nature, need an acre for my recipe\n[00:36.94] They got my soul, but I don't let them take the rest of me\n[00:40.13] My melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's heavenly\n[00:43.38] And my denim tailored, me and Action rapping\n[00:46.57] I'll be fucking with the fader, sipping mind eraser\n[00:49.72] Actually, we rapping for the fuck of it\n[00:53.17] Taking money from you, gonna smack you out in public\n[00:57.93] We the republican government, abundance of substance\n[01:00.76] Having consumption to fuck a bitch\n[01:03.31] You're Banana Republic fit, go suck a dick\n[01:05.87] And your bitch looking like Cousin Itt, the ugliest\n[01:09.04] I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n[01:12.26] Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\n[01:15.66] Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\n[01:18.62] Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n[01:21.69] I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n[01:25.23] Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit\n[01:28.43] They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\n[01:31.07] So how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n[01:34.23] Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first\n[01:38.04] After rapping take my people out for octopus\n[01:41.44] We all deserve a dedication to the fandom\n[01:44.24] Hold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn\n[01:47.69] You see me peeling off a whip like when your mother strip\n[01:50.89] Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip\n[01:54.10] Shit, I'm on some shit\n[01:55.96] Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime\n[02:00.27] Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine\n[02:03.84] And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils\n[02:06.84] We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner\n[02:10.94] Dawggie cause some of us just age sooner\n[02:13.43] I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river\n[02:16.47] Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver\n[02:19.69] Check the bio, I fixed the game between 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Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip\n  Shit, I'm on some shit\n  Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime\n  Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine\n  And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils\n  We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner\n  Dawggie cause some of us just age sooner\n  I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river\n  Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver\n  Check the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio\n  I been wild\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\n  Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\n  Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit\n  They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\n  So how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n\n  Bitch 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cats get finna\nOh you Mac Miller?\nThe fact's filtered in the snapped picture\nMy man Jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper\nYoohoo, I'm finna murder this brunette bitch\nGet pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat fixture\nA rap figure to look like you hacked Twitter\nI'll show you Beastie Boy\nYou can't match your killer with that wigger\nI'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Triller\nHe got track fillers for a album\nIf he had Jigga on an ad-sticker\nWouldn't go cat litter where I'm from\nMalcolm, I knock the thoughts off your balcony\nKing, you're from a home of funny bones\nNot like quite the one I've known\nYou look like, before you punched in flows\nYou were struckin' blows, bloody nose for your honey row\nIn the lunchroom gettin' yo money stole\nYou're a bully's Best Day Ever\nWith those Nike's on your feet\nComing through Blue Slide Park\nI'm gon' rob this chump\nOn a party on Fifth Ave like he Donald Trump\nNigga give me that shit\nI liked you better when you was Easy 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They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\n  So how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n\n  Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first\n  After rapping take my people out for octopus\n  We all deserve a dedication to the fandom\n  Hold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn\n  You see me peeling off a whip like when your mother strip\n  Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip\n  Shit, I'm on some shit\n  Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime\n  Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine\n  And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils\n  We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner\n  Dawggie cause some of us just age sooner\n  I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river\n  Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver\n  Check the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio\n  I been wild\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  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trip\n  Shit, I'm on some shit\n  Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime\n  Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine\n  And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils\n  We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner\n  Dawggie cause some of us just age sooner\n  I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river\n  Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver\n  Check the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio\n  I been wild\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\n  Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\n  Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit\n  They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\n  So how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n\n  Bitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wassabi sauce\n  And constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance\n  I was a minor, chasing after vagina\n  None of my friends were fake, but none of\n  My clothes designer\n  Went from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs\n  I came from that basement now look at this view\n  Making this money, blowing it all\n  Fuck what you did, just show me results\n\n  Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly motherfucker\n  Leather to the foot, horses I lead them to the brook\n  If you locked, then keep the chisel in the book\n  I see a lion in the mirror when I look\n  Look, I lose money but I make it back\n  I keep it true and ain't no motherfucking faking that\n  I get a fade and then I fade to black\n  Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored flavored gat\n  Blat\n\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I 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that got us thinking crazy shit\nGroupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\nCadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\nJust for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n\nI said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\nLooking up into the clouds where the angels sit\nThey looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\nSo how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n\nYo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first\nAfter rapping take my people out for octopus\nWe all deserve a dedication to the fandom\nHold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn\nYou see me peeling off a whip like when your mother strip\nBlow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip\nShit, I'm on some shit\nHand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime\nUnderstand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine\nAnd so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils\nWe ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner\nDawggie cause some of us just age sooner\nI'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river\nForbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver\nCheck the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio\nI been wild\n\nI said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\nGroupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\nCadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\nJust for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n\nI said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\nLooking up into the clouds where the angels sit\nThey looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\nSo how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n\nBitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wassabi sauce\nAnd constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance\nI was a minor, chasing after vagina\nNone of my friends were fake, but none of\nMy clothes designer\nWent from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs\nI came from that basement now look at this view\nMaking this money, blowing it all\nFuck what you did, just show me results\n\nYo I'm a 635, dip or fly motherfucker\nLeather to the foot, horses I lead them to the brook\nIf you locked, then keep the chisel in the book\nI see a lion in the mirror when I look\nLook, I lose money but I make it back\nI keep it true and ain't no motherfucking faking that\nI get a fade and then I fade to black\nBet on the Razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored flavored gat\nBlat\n\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\nI said it must be the drugs\n\nYou was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps\nWho the fuck is Mac Miller?\nThis name say \"crack dealing trap nigga\nSlash cap peeler, back with a black stripper\nAss thicker than a snack wrap snicker\nToo fat to snap zippers\"\nAnd half is what I'll do to Mac Miller\nNow my minds first track figured\nA nigga who treats his yak richer than elixer\nTaps slicker 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start_ms: 333210\n  end_ms: 334800\n- text: Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from\n  start_ms: 334800\n  end_ms: 336260\n- text: Malcolm, I knock the thoughts off your balcony\n  start_ms: 336260\n  end_ms: 338570\n- text: King, you're from a home of funny bones\n  start_ms: 338570\n  end_ms: 342040\n- text: Not like quite the one I've known\n  start_ms: 342040\n  end_ms: 343620\n- text: You look like, before you punched in flows\n  start_ms: 343620\n  end_ms: 345670\n- text: You were struckin' blows, bloody nose for your honey row\n  start_ms: 345670\n  end_ms: 348120\n- text: In the lunchroom gettin' yo money stole\n  start_ms: 348120\n  end_ms: 350520\n- text: You're a bully's Best Day Ever\n  start_ms: 350520\n  end_ms: 352850\n- text: With those Nike's on your feet\n  start_ms: 352850\n  end_ms: 355240\n- text: Coming through Blue Slide Park\n  start_ms: 355240\n  end_ms: 357520\n- text: I'm gon' rob this chump\n  start_ms: 357520\n  end_ms: 359450\n- text: On a party on Fifth Ave like he Donald Trump\n  start_ms: 359450\n  end_ms: 360980\n- text: Nigga give me that shit\n  start_ms: 360980\n  end_ms: 361940\n- text: I liked you better when you was Easy Mac\n  start_ms: 361940\n  end_ms: 364360\n- text: With the cheesy raps\n  start_ms: 364360\n  end_ms: 366250\n- text: Who the fuck is Mac Miller?\n  start_ms: 366250\n  end_ms: 366290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 366290\nplain: |-\n  Think I can see a fucking halo\n  About to meet my maker\n  Brought a double cup of Drano\n  Some Soda for the flavor uncontrollable behavior\n  With some psychopathic tendencies\n  Lonely as your neighbors with the bitches, he got special needs\n  Word to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on ecstasy\n  My flavor from the nature, need an acre for my recipe\n  They got my soul, but I don't let them take the rest of me\n  My melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's heavenly\n  And my denim tailored, me and Action rapping\n  I'll be fucking with the fader, sipping mind eraser\n  Actually, we rapping for the fuck of it\n  Taking money from you, gonna smack you out in public\n  We the republican government, abundance of substance\n  Having consumption to fuck a bitch\n  You're Banana Republic fit, go suck a dick\n  And your bitch looking like Cousin Itt, the ugliest\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\n  Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\n  Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit\n  They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\n  So how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n\n  Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first\n  After rapping take my people out for octopus\n  We all deserve a dedication to the fandom\n  Hold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn\n  You see me peeling off a whip like when your mother strip\n  Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip\n  Shit, I'm on some shit\n  Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime\n  Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine\n  And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils\n  We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner\n  Dawggie cause some of us just age sooner\n  I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river\n  Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver\n  Check the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio\n  I been wild\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick\n  Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth\n  Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle\n\n  I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit\n  Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit\n  They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead\n  So how'd I get this red dot on my head?\n\n  Bitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wassabi sauce\n  And constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance\n  I was a minor, chasing after vagina\n  None of my friends were fake, but none of\n  My clothes designer\n  Went from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs\n  I came from that basement now look at this view\n  Making this money, blowing it all\n  Fuck what you did, just show me results\n\n  Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly motherfucker\n  Leather to the foot, horses I lead them to the brook\n  If you locked, then keep the chisel in the book\n  I see a lion in the mirror when I look\n  Look, I lose money but I make it back\n  I keep it true and ain't no motherfucking faking that\n  I get a fade and then I fade to black\n  Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored flavored gat\n  Blat\n\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n  I said it must be the drugs\n\n  You was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps\n  Who the fuck is Mac Miller?\n  This name say \"crack dealing trap nigga\n  Slash cap peeler, back with a black stripper\n  Ass thicker than a snack wrap snicker\n  Too fat to snap zippers\"\n  And half is what I'll do to Mac Miller\n  Now my minds first track figured\n  A nigga who treats his yak richer than elixer\n  Taps slicker than past tiller\n  Goes around the room like his cats get finna\n  Oh you Mac Miller?\n  The fact's filtered in the snapped picture\n  My man Jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper\n  Yoohoo, I'm finna murder this brunette bitch\n  Get pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat fixture\n  A rap figure to look like you hacked Twitter\n  I'll show you Beastie Boy\n  You can't match your killer with that wigger\n  I'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Triller\n  He got track fillers for a album\n  If he had Jigga on an ad-sticker\n  Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from\n  Malcolm, I knock the thoughts off your balcony\n  King, you're from a home of funny bones\n  Not like quite the one I've known\n  You look like, before you punched in flows\n  You were struckin' blows, bloody nose for your honey row\n  In the lunchroom gettin' yo money stole\n  You're a bully's Best Day Ever\n  With those Nike's on your feet\n  Coming through Blue Slide Park\n  I'm gon' rob this chump\n  On a party on Fifth Ave like he Donald Trump\n  Nigga give me that shit\n  I liked you better when you was Easy Mac\n  With the cheesy raps\n  Who the fuck is Mac Miller?\n"}]