they comming to see So I ain't giving a fuck. [Mac Miller:] Maybe good shit happens, so what if it does? Baby the worst gonna come, sow what if it does
what if it does? It aint nothing to me, I'm who they comming to see So I aint giving a fuck. [Mac Miller] Maybe good shit happens, so what if it does
or bad, I'll be there [Mac Miller] See I was 6 years old with a dream, when my mums told me I can do anything Said she'd be there forever, no matter what
problems at all And you haters keep on hating, I aint talking to y'all [Wiz Khalifa - Hook] [Mac Miller - Verse 2] And you can pass, we be floating along So
host, Mac Miller, Been great spending the evening with you, Let's Ride out, So one last time; Eastern Empire, DJ Chef, Let's get it... [Chorus:] So
puffin blunts, and when the money come I'm a give it back got a driver who adresses me as mister mac, dealin with theses diva hoes they so demandin, mac
, So all you haters out there, Get back. This is a DJ Haze exclusive. [Chorus: x2] Aye yo Mac, what it is? We wanna know what you sound like kid. So
real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit [Verse: Mac Miller] Pull the hoodie down And take a look around Sounds that shook a town Man it feel good to smile So
bitches I ain't startin with u girls It's Mac (it's Mac) It's Mac jump back Dumb raps and my lungs is black Uhh yeah it's mac, say it again Chest collapse
let him in So open up The boy of a barrel smoke and gun Whether old or young the chosen one I got hundred million flows to come Mac Miller (says hi to
Hey, and it's the best day ever So pack your motherfucking bags cause we gon' go Pack your motherfucking bags, we gon' go [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Hey I
quit, so no gains No sleep, no retreat, no surrender, no apologies from me, I'm the pen of the penners I mean what I speak, so if I given you a sentence, Then it bez what
about death. living care free or I can talk about stress What kind of picture should I paint? what kind of music should I make? [Verse 1: Mac Miller] So
high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!) Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes Meek Mill [Meek Mill
crib I make sure I don't forget shit Mac check Clip check Vest check I'm ready to roll Its no contest I'm the Codeez from the East Niggas mad I'm doin' good so
with my big homie ricky nigga yeah right Every minute that my heart pump blood Fuck what you heard momma raised a fuckin thug Money on my mind imagine what
at home Polishin' that MAC-10 crome Gotta a lick so bring yo shit Cause once again it's on To the dome with a fifth of burb we wig to the curb so we
