It's Whatever Wit Me

[Intro: Mac Miller] Toronto's mixtape boss, Tha Tzar (Tha Tzar) Yeah, uh (Uh) [Verse 1: Mac Miller & Franchise] And we rappin' like, "Damn, that's the jam" Bunch of homies with a L lit packed in the van (Packed in the van) We 'bout to go to war like Iraq and Iran (Yup) They see Mac, then they slappin' his hand (What's good?) Pittsburgh spliff herb, twistin' up a Swisher Dinner with a ho, then dessert (Dessert) Takin' off that bitch shirt (Shirt), I'm a natural playa, uh Spit crack, leave 'em itchin' like eczema Made a kid bless this, packed to the exit (Exit) Lookin' for the next bitch I'ma have some sex with (Ho) Yes, shit is real, only rap I feel Like whеn Gang Starr was all about the mass appeal (Uh-huh) About the music, not thе deal, spittin' out the pay (Pay) Which came first, kid, the chicken or the egg? (Egg) I look around the spot for a bitch I'm gon' lay (Gon' lay) Her boyfriend sees me and he quick to run away (Pussy) Save your shit for another day, fuck what your mother say (Mother say) Rollin' that fat double Dutch with haze, somethin' blaze (Uh-huh) Josh, Fran, Tip be the sickest on the planet (Chyeah) And my money chubby like Mantis (Haha) Fuck, stop the panic, it's all gon' by alright (Alright, Mac) Ayo, Fran, get on the mic (Aight, let's go; Ayy) [Verse 2: Franchise] Bring it in so I'm crystal-clear to these niggas (Hm) Make this picture-perfect when I rip and tear through these spittas Kill the bassline, glide over the track, Neo smooth (Ooh) Sewin' my own words, the vocals could make the steels move (Uh-huh) Let's come up on this money, get blunted, take over (Let's get it) Go-getters comin' for bread, that's who you rollin' with (Yessir) We keep the ball, smashin' 'em (Uh-huh), exotic whips, passin' em (Uh) Try clippin' this money, your bra get Kardashian'd (Uh) Did I mention we livin' the life of superstars? (Fa' sho') We're the rap game version of Brady, Morris and Moss (Yeah) Keep a potent sack with the piff in them While you blowin' cuts with twenty-five sticks and stems (Garbage) So what you flowin' on the Reggie Bush, I'm floatin' off the cherry kush (Uh) Levitatin' to another planet, eyes heavy This is the showdown, so let 'em know it goes down (What else?) Hold down whatever my territory, the whole county [Chorus: Mac Miller & Tip Tha ILL-SPIT] Got a Swisher with some liquor, it's whatever with me (Uh-huh) A lotta cats thinkin' they can get it for free (Heh) In this rap shit, none of 'em is messin' with me Let's get it in (ILL-SPIT), it's whatever with me, right? [Verse 3: Tip Tha ILL-SPIT & J.O.B.] His remarks are remarkable (Uh-huh) You don't want to tussle, man, I highly doubt you're markin' 'em Sorry, I got bars for them, every time I bust in, I'm revolvin' 'em Evolvin' 'em, then robbin' 'em, all of 'em Problems, man, I'm solvin' 'em, I boggle 'em Critics tried warnin' him, now his family's mournin' him Pictures from the coroner, floorin' him Damn, why the hell'd you do him that bad? Gin, I'm off the wall, like Jack-san, Michael Most niggas career's be shorter than a haiku I'm shorter than a Hot Chew Spit it so live like I'm standin' right beside you A lotta niggas really can't do it like I do Why do niggas try to hate? 'Cause most can't relate For real, the Empire, we up great, debate They ask me if it goes down, homie, we ain't no clowns The way we shine, baby, we illuminate the whole town Transform Pittsburgh into Motown, so they [?] dig (Yeah, yeah) Diggin' on my flow now (Uh), it's about to go [Verse 4: J.O.B.] You know they stay in full armor Goin' through the bars like an alcoholic Sittin' on the stool with a girl, makin' moves I'm May cool, lookin' freezy, got my ice lookin' cheesy Got me trippin' on that Henny and I'm heavy, uh With their panties to go, and by the [?] The ear lobes are shinin' for the enlightened press, many Deranged flow, got retarded, showin' off the record sales Gettin' paper on the block around the corner rail In my town, you gotta hustle fast to prevail Me, I'm gettin' big chips, you can go ahead with Dale I'm so fuckin' ill, franchise they mans' eyes Keep me tippin', got me flippin' money, it's my grand prize Demonic, deliver the virtue, you quiver See, I can take 'em out, it's Easy Mac, flow like a river Line dope, check out the charisma Backstroke like Michael Phelps is in the booth No water, more Swishers I'm just out here livin', doin' my daily dues Got another banger, it's danger for all you daily fools [Chorus: Mac Miller] You've got a Swisher with some liquor, it's whatever with me A lotta cats thinkin' they can get it for free In this rap shit, none of 'em is messin' with me Let's get it in, it's whatever with me, right? Got a Swisher with some liquor, it's whatever with me A lotta cats thinkin' they can get it for free In this rap shit, none of 'em is messin' with me Let's get it in, it's whatever with me, right?