(Haha) Turn it up a lil’ bit Even more, I’m deaf as fuck (Haha) Uh, ayy, the class clown coming soon East End Empire All day, all night Let’s go, let’s get it
Y’all ain’t doin’ jack shit, just a bunch of has-beens What the fuck happened? Why you stop rappin’? Huh? I’m the future, tryna ball like a hooper Attack a beat like a cougar, rouga Who the dude that wanna come and talk shit I’m so fly, high up in my cockpit The tapes comin’ boy, wait until I drop it It’s some hot shit I know you gone cop it It’s like Tha Carter III mixed with The Chronic (classic) Plus some Big L and Nas hits I tell ’em “Watch this”, start spitting out rockets Light a beat up like your fiber optics Pause, you ain’t seen this yet kid Resurrectin’ this DMX diff On tracks I be doin’ them BMX flips Sex chicks and move on up to the next bitch Big like Texas, don’t mess with the freshest Yeah I spin electric, my set is the best In the PA, country, continent, the world Cryin lil’ bitches, I ain’t starting with you girls It’s Mac (It’s Mac), it’s Mac, jump back (Aha) Dumb raps and my lungs is black Uh yeah, it’s Mac, say it again, yeah Chest collapse when you takin’ it in I’m playing to win, spittin’ it right We just a couple of kids living the life And I’m stayin’ sharp like the end of a knife And your girl come to me cause you ain’t hittin’ it right (Haha)
Ayy that’s how it go down I don’t even need a hook for this shit know what I’m sayin’? I’m just keep on spittin’ let this camera keep rollin’ and shit
Lesson, if you wanna play with the kid See don’t come bullshittin’ sayin’ you spit Say you, up and comin’ but just buggin’ And I don’t rap for the stacks, I rap cause I rap And Mac be the cat with the haze and the dro Games for the dough, I’m the next up to blow Stretchin’ the flows I’m that all-white, yeah And spark mic’s like a shark bite You as bright, ’bout as bright as a car light (Haha) And you ain’t tight you just all right I’m as nice as a calm night Chilling with some broads, ’bout as raw as a bar fight Cannon on me any more, the base bumpin’ through the floor Make veterans feel like they ain’t did it before I’m a black belt bitch get ya ass kicked My weed bomb you could smell it through the plastic Take a whiff, please all ya senses In this rap shit they call me God’s apprentice Cause they say the kid got the hardest sentence Feelin’ like a pitch from Roger Clemens
That’s how it go down You know how it is, all day Mac Miller, Easy Mac, The Jukebox Play any beat motherfucker, I’ma murder it Career criminal Serial killer