[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Franchise]
Uh, 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 when Gang Starr was all about the mass appeal (Uh-huh)
About the music, not the 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
[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?
