Ayy, it’s your boy, the class clown himself, Mac Miller East End Empire all day Shout out to my man DJ Mynd Tek (Easy Mac can’t cheese) Coast 2 Coast Mixtapes, look outie
Ayo, microphone check, one-two, one-two (Uh-huh) My name’s Mac, what it do? (What it do?) I’m formerly known as Easy Mac But I’m gettin’ grown now, so I’m past all that Mac Miller the rap killer, my track iller (Huh?) With mixtapes like crack dealers, I stack skrilla (Uh-huh) Fat Swishers at the spot and the room fog Go ahead and pick a beat out the jukebox (The jukebox) You can try and stunt me If you lucky, you may catch me when I’m hungry (Hungry) Just grumpy on the beat, takin’ all that I can eat Like a buffet at a holiday suite, know what I mean? (Ha ha) It’s for the green like H&R Block The jakes try and stop us, so I’m hatin’ every cop that I see (Bitch) There to keep the streets clean (Huh?) But they as dirty as a homeless dude’s jeans Bitch, please (Ha ha), still mack with ease And actually, the name change wasn’t ’bout the haters laughin’ (Laughin’) [?] attack like assassins That’s just what the fuck happened (Happened) Like I said, muhfucker, I still mack easy Just holla “Mac Miller” when you see me (What’s up?) Now holla “Mac Miller” when you see me (Mac Miller) I said holla “Mac Miller,” it’s easy (Mac)