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Mac Miller - East End Familia Lyrics

[Intro: Jev The Ghost]
DJ Mynd Tek
Yeah
East End in this bitch, yo
It's Ghost, Villain, Mac, Vinny, yeah
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Primavera Vills]
Feelin' like a scholar, gotta keep my grades up (Uh-huh)
Hear the same stuff every day from these lame fucks (Yep)
This whole game rough, kick you while you down
And none of these motherfuckers gon' miss you when you out
I used to sit around the house, waitin' for some dollars
Now I'm out grindin', chasin' after dollars (Uh-huh)
I ain't a star just wastin' all my dollars (Haha)
We here for life, y'all fade away tomorrow
Pause, roll the dice like a board game (Board game)
I'm sleepin' with your girl and I don't even know the whore's name
So magnificent, quick to spit to kill this shit
These bitches is illiterate and this is some deliverance
No Bubba Sparks, talkin' Karl Malone
Snakebite, I hinge my jaw and swallow you whole
On my own path, throwback, dope rap (What?)
The room stops when me, Vinny, Vil or Ghost rap (Uh-huh)
Y'all fragile, broke glass (Broken glass), comin' with no swag (No swag)
I be countin' numbers, no math
Failin' class, but I'm scholarly, rap properly
Knowledge speech with the verbal trigonometry
Uh, real slick like I'm climbin' out the fox's hole
Keep your grades up, bitch, no honor roll (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2: Primavera Vills & Mac Miller]
Yo, I've done things for profit (What?)
Skeletons be tryin' on the clothes in my closet (Yeah)
Infrequently home, they roam the coffin
In a world full of deadbeats wonderin' where the stars shit (Uh-huh)
Just pumpin' 808s, mob shit
We keep it heartless regardless of circumstance
My shirts and pants stay clean
Burnin' plants to stimulate my daydreams
Learn advanced techniques of the speech
The way I say things, amazin'
Raisin' hell well for the away team, the majors
Infiltrate arenas with the foul cars
Battle scars, [?]
With O.J. gloves and Gigaton punches
I walk through the realness like niggas on crutches
Yo, fuck this, my hips are strong enough to let me hop on, I run shit
Flick of the switch, permis' to drop bombs, I'm dumb sick
Primavera breaks the wares for fun (Yeah)
And the shot'll make your chest burn, we're sippin' that red rum, yup
So go to bed, son, a hangover holiday (Uh-huh)
I'm dead serious, it's takin' up my closet space
To hide the bones, but as time goes, they rot away
A consequence is of price, you gotta pay
Even cheapskates play the sweepstakes
I'm on the other side of the state with cheese steak and three plates of cheese cake
I'm eatin' great (Uh-huh), side-steppin' the insanity
Just make reality from fantasies with my family
[Verse 3: Jev The Ghost & Vintage Radio]
Wordsmith, noble scribe of ghostwriter verbalist (Uh-huh)
Two .45s, Q45, swervin' it (Swerve)
Emerge from shit, yeah, the stench from them urban bricks
Projects, 220, I blew money for shirts and kicks
I do what I feel, I move by the real
Rude, get your food chewed, leavin' dudes out of meals (Uh-huh), for real
Countin' reasons why I'd do it again
Light the Earth with the fire, then it's blew with the wind
Blown with the wind, ink artillery, I'm prone 'til the end
I get checks like a phone and a pen
More real than that estate when you owe me your rent
And I'm like Jesse Owens, catch you flow when I spin
On a track, venom attack for playin' with this government
College Michael Vick, QB option, we be runnin' shit
Or Terrelle Pryor, keep that fire by the underpits (Underpits)
'Cause it feels like the gun consists of a ton of bricks
Punchin' shit, punishment, no pun intended
Ever since triple E jump, my funds ascended
The judge, my nigga, I ain't wit' it', gettin' reprimanded
Ended up wipin' out my sentence like I'm left-handed (Hmm)
Our bandwagon is the best transit
And the guys that the fam slapped five to has expanded (What up?)
Granted, I be thinkin' it's all fakery, blatantly
My vision concrete as masonry (Uh)
[Verse 4: Vintage Radio]
Look, yeah
I'ma go for mine, you can never over-grind
I'ma spark the light, frozen wine make the narcs get high
They wanna follow the cashflow
I tell 'em, "Even though it comin' quick, my dough comin' legit"
Cook 'em right in front of you
Shogun 'em and shit, we don't even show guns, we just spit
Seventy rounds unloaded from the pen, [?] your men, now
Who made the decision to go and fuck with him? (Hmm)
I don't know what thoughts crossed they head
Uh, but niggas must be off they meds
Real rap, so that noise have you and your boys [?]
Before me and men rush in, too late for the discussions
Check it, Vinny be bangin' bitches like percussions
Felt by most, but no, ain't a nigga that can touch him
And I fought frequently, lookin' for my next wifey
And US Weekly, why would they unleash me?
I don't know, but yo, tell help to come quickly
'Bout to leave my mark on the game like a buck fifty
Let me say this: only players that can fuck with me
Play for the same team, which is my city, Pittsburgh