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Mac Miller - East End Empire Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Miller & Wild Bill]
Yeah, the East End Empire, Mac, Wild Bill
Ayy, ayy (Yeah, it's Wild Bill), ayy, uh-huh (Mac), chyeah
(Triple E's) Ayy, get it, Bill, haha
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (What?)
Hip-hop and you don't stop, yeah, go, go

[Verse 1: Wild Bill & Mac Miller]
You on the map, but we the motherfuckin' capital (What?)
East End, I'm takin' it back, facts are actual (Uh-huh)
Mac, just let me get a track, gotta rap with you
Stackin' it fast, packin' the piff, puff and passin' through (Okay)
Fasten the passenger, trackin' the black Acura
Strap in the back, passin' the passion to rap, smashin' it
But we done seen things, whatever the team brings
Knots in our socks, duckin' cops on the Green Scene (Yup)
Play hard, thеy don't want it with me
It's Wild Bitch, motherfucker, stay runnin' thе street, yeah
Every day, it's like fuck this, sit back
Don't gotta work when I double the kick back

[Interlude: Wild Bill & Mac Miller]
Yeah, motherfucker
Blowin' on that piff, y'all know how we do it (Oh yeah)
Ayy (Ayy), this the type of shit that make you feel good out here, you know what I'm sayin'? (Ayy, haha)
(Okay; so good, so good) Oh, oh, haha (Yo, get it, Mac)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Look (Yo), I can spit it or recite off the top of the brain (Uh; haha)
Street performer, if you see me, stop and drop me some change (Go)
Right now, the young kid is like the talk of the game (Uh-huh)
I'ma cop the whip, cruisin' down the block in the Range (Cruise, cruise)
Let it bang, no fireman stoppin' my flame (Flame)
C might as well let me burn the city down (Down)
'Cause I'm hittin' all these trees and my feet haven't hit the ground (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
But when the kid's around (Uh-huh)
You know I'll split the ground-ground (Yup, yup) with a foot step
Never see me look left (Look left)
I'm a crook and I look fresh (Look fresh)
Yes, really, is this me and Billy the Kid?
We sittin' back, hittin', chillin', on the silliest piff
The empire of the East End (Uh-huh)
Fire up the weed, then (Uh-huh)
Cop a QP and stay blunted for the weekend (So blunted)
We friends, sittin' in the City of Steel
Me and Wild Bill for really for real in this (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Mac Miller]
Thought we told 'em, man
We just kick back, basically
Roll up that sticky-icky ganja
Hit that shit, get high and just bang out tracks like it's nothin'
Y'all motherfuckers is sittin' in your basement
Recordin' some buggy-ass tracks
While we up in Tuff Sound Recordin' makin' that heat
So y'all can suck my dick, suck both of my nuts separately
And then get a fuckin' life, bitch
It isn't my wish to confuse your soul