talk about death. living care free or I can talk about stress What kind of picture should I paint? what kind of music should I make? [Verse 1: Mac Miller
At Me [Wale:] Yeah DC Chillin, PG Chillin My Name WALE and I came to Get It Came to Get it, Came to Get It My Name Wale [Verse 1: Wale] SHIIIT This how
At Me [Wale:] Yeah DC Chillin, PG Chillin My Name Wale and I came to Get It Came to Get it, Came to Get It My Name Wale [Verse 1: Wale] Shit This
my balls Or maybe that's three things So on microphones I let my nuts hang like John Homes And took so many niggas out I should change my name to Chaperone
do it for the love cause [Verse 2: Mac Miller] First I take a breath Then let it out Hear em clap a little while then I take my bow I'm on my job but
PA Scooping out hoes at the O's out in PA HAHA okay my flow is on that freebase Louboutin sneakers I suppose I can relay Mac Miller my little nigga, real
about death. living care free or I can talk about stress What kind of picture should I paint? what kind of music should I make? [Verse 1: Mac Miller]
's three things So on microphones I let my nuts hang like John Homes And took so many niggas out I should change my name to Chaperone D-Mac and Laylaw
at (popped at) [Chorus] 2x I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love
Memphis Bleek] Ayo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky My four blow fo show, fo doe, for
star nigga, heavy metal on the drawer Because my life is, how I mic this Police wan' see my license Run my social, check my gov', search my glove Keep
of the rap game club Yo I sold a million records too, I don't get the same love It's strange because the majors already drained my pockets, and now they wanna drain my
shit she go down slow like a slow leak Cop the car from the dealer Pulled off thumbs up to the homie mac miller King kong young gorillia, my cup overflow
Porsh chicks run to the car Blow my smoke to the sky blazin' dutches cigars I got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood Plead guilty to tha
you like my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range. I like my bitches raspy and nasty, I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley [Swift]
show you how to pimp a ho And if you want it, you can get it nigga - friend of foe I keeps the mac milli low Itchy for nothin to crack so I can snap like
Pat) Love it man 25 lighters on my dresser yessir I gots to get paid 25 lighters on my dresser yessir I gots to get paid I got 25 lighters for my 25