Thumbs Up

[Intro: Helmz] Uh, look [Verse 1: Helmz] No Chingy, but just one call away I can get you off without the holiday Lost 'em, see 'em go away Often they will follow me Toss 'em, it's a throwaway, say everything I know you'll say Treat 'em like a puppet on the hand I control every move and he doesn't understand I got this attitude like, "Fuck it, I'm the man" Bruh, I touch it with no hands and I stuck it in the jam We hear all the "Woo"'s like Ric Flair was wrestlin' Can't stand near the rest of us, compared to the rest of us Try hatin' now, I'm airin' out messengers Sendin' out messages and memos and the message is I ain't stressin' it, all the money that is left to get I worry 'bout that, so don't worry 'bout me No rush, laid back, no hurry by me And everybody say that you'll put a hurtin' on me, but Personally, I'm too hot to handle Can't touch me, paintin' pictures like van Gogh Where ya man go? Where the van go? Got the game [?] for a sample The standard, along with the answer To why you should sit down any time we stand up Most of y'all fake like a soap opera And you stay on my nuts like you Joe Boxer I'm a showstopper 'til I pass it off to Mac Miller And it's [?], now we stack skrilla [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Like I'ma not go in, my flow's insane Spittin' eyes, boy, you ain't as sharp as shoulder blades (Haha) Tryna beat me, homie, better know your lane You got a bigger chance winnin' if you throw the game (Uh-huh) [?] numb like my pen filled with Novocain Got a bunch of blunts filled up with coke and haze Oh, behave? Playa, I don't know how to (Uh-huh) I'm gettin' paper now, what the fuck a drought do? (Nothin') Y'all are child's play, ring around the rosy (Rosy) 'Bout to smoke trees, bring me down the oz (Haha) Nah, fuck that, bring me down four P's (You know me) Gettin' so skeed 'til I'm blind and my throat bleed Act like you know me, Mac is your homie (What up?) And the hoes know I rap, so they blow me (Haha) Cash pile is growing, fatter by the minute I get it quick, but it's faster how I spend it (Ching) Helmz, what up? We young guns on the come up (Uh-huh) Light a blunt up, this shit right here is "Thumbs Up" [Outro: Mac Miller] You dumb fucks Mac Miller, Helmz