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[Intro: Mac Miller]
Ugh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I came through whippin' somethin' clean like a bald head
Bitch with me drop-dead gorgeous, plus she well read
I'ma get brain on the plane if it's overnight
I'ma maintain in the game, I ain't overnight
Colder than some polar ice, or like the ghost on Poltergeist
Opinions suck, I know I'm nice, money talks, you overpriced
I'm doper, fuck a sober life, you local, you ain't smokin' right
My weed loud as Hulk Hogan fights when he rip his shirt
On the throne, you kickin' dirt, sip this purp, and spit berserk
You a bitch, your chick a flirt, stop your cryin', get to work
I talk shit, got the stats that'll back it up
My shit addin' up, rackin' up a plaque a month
And that loud-ass bass you hearin', that's the trunk
That vibration on your body, now that's a bump
You can tell us who you are, you don't have to front
You ain't a captain, you just Captain Crunch

[Interlude: Sam Kinison]
Woo, I've done it, brother, I've done it
I've screamed at God at the top of my lungs, ‘cause that's how much I believe in him, amen
That's how personal I feel like my relationship is
If I can't be myself with The Father, then I'm gonna stop preachin' this Gos—
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I rock A-P-C, some B-A-P-E
So many different clothin' brands, I got A.D.D.
Bought a big old crib, you can picture me in it
Just decided that the sky isn't really my limit
Somethin' cold in my cup, some weed, rollin' a blunt
Smile on like I convinced Oprah to fuck
I think I lost my mind, need a Amber Alert
You can't talk that shit unless you stand in it first
Turn a bitch to a fan, even hand her some merch
To be a legend, you gotta start out with that amateur work
And I paid my dues, walked humbly on an ego trip
Sleepin' with a freaky bitch, you was chillin', chiefin' fifth
Doin' drugs with a porno chick, watchin' porno flicks
Make our own movie and I'm scorin' it
I'll see you in hell before I see you winnin'
Did it myself, and I beat the system

[Interlude: Dennis Terry]
I believe it's a spiritual thing
If we'll put God back in America, we can have revival in America
And the Holy Spirit will show up, and great and mighty things will happen for this country

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I got thirty thousand grams in a black on black van (Why?)
Tell El Chapo I'm his number one fan (Damn)
I'm at Bent Taco with a hunnid A-bands
And you ain't gettin' no work listenin' to this money change hands
I'm tryna sow the whole block up, that's my plan (Plan)
We can have a gun fight like Iraq and Iran
Half a mil' on el tran
Sellin' [?] to make bands (Bands)
I'm movin' kushy, you's a bussy pussy, come between friends (Huh?)
If my Vo try to book me, I'ma get the front end
Style sixty niggas wit' me with a 100 FN's
Ice cubes on my wrist, bitch, I got a Mac-10
I put her out, she got her mom, right, I'll let her back in
It's Gucci