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[Hook x2: Mac Miller] I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit [Verse: Mac Miller] Pull the hoodie down And take a look around Sounds that shook a town Man it feel good to smile So I shouldn't frown When the night is looking down Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the smoothest crook around? Takin' some dollas And makin' away from Impalas Shakin' and jade cause they chasin' the face of a robber Actin' goofy, absolutely Cause my passion suits me So blast the tunes please I see the world with four eyes Hip-hop tour guide Hear the war cries: rap or die SongtexteI just wanna get signed Drive a four door ride Be more fly, 'till then I'll just soar by With a wave I'm a bad indicate Sit back in the shade While I'm passin' the haze Misbehave and I'm a trouble-making teenager Be prayful he doesn't favor to please haters Seat taken, three turn Mayor Gettin' re-elected just three terms later Uh, I've seen greater days So let the haters play their game Dreams fade away when you make the predator the prey The ace of spade can make it's way to save the day But from the start a club of heart was diamond Now I'm in Zion flying through the skyline The game on my back I got 5 spines Black cat with 9 lives, time flies By so I got one life to loose it But how will I use it? Uhhh, I put it all in the music Cause y'all pussies Fold away before they hand the cards Broke-ass rappin' now you Dancin' With The Stars I'm handling these bars like a simple situation Based on the cats who don't fit in the equation Patience is a virtue but fuck it I want it now Get my record deal ready put Diddy up on the dial like "Hello, wassup Puffy I'm on my grind and hungry Throw me on the table they gonna love me, trust me" Cause these older cats are gettin' a little rusty It's time for a change like Barack said And I don't care Hip-hop is not dead Spit hot lead but none of these haters get shot dead They don't bother me I'll leave them playing for my wife Kick back have a laugh while you complainin' 'bout your life "Grrr" you hate Mac and you say you gonna fight? It's all good bro, you entertainment for tonight Like I'm a be mad? You hatin' cause I'm white Do a lot a cryin' and leave pain out on the mic Because overall I'm iller than you all Y'all pussy Never ever gone for it all You scared of a little risky coaching call What happened? I thought you were the know-it-all? I stay smokin' while haze got a potent smell It take me back to kickin' raps back in Show-And-Tell I wanted to show people, all of my bro's people How to come up like: "Yo, I know people" Dead Presidents, this doe evil So lethal the police will want to beat you Sit you down then have you run your mouth Bring your mother out: Look what your son is now [Laughs] See my mom she know her son is well The youngest child, she been through it for a while Now I put 1 on the dial with a smile Cause I'm wild, foul child style Too focused on my grind don't ever catch an "f" My hearts in it now even with five seconds left I want the best won't settle for nothing less And I always stay dressed in something fresh So keep your head on strapped and show respect to the game And that's what this beat messages my brain Aus Songtexte Mania