Everything

[Intro: Boaz]

Uh, what up, Shef?

Been sittin' here in the studio, man

Thinkin' 'bout all the hours we put in this motherfucker, man (When we first started up in this motherfucker, man)

All the sweat I got in this mic, you heard?

Motherfuckers' phones ringin' and shit, haha

Keep fuckin' up the set (It was all worth it though)

[Verse 1: Boaz]

Yeah, okay, ordinary rapper (Rapper), ended up a superstar

Sittin' in the ghetto, wishin' on that shootin' star

Order bottle service (Huh), we ain't gotta do the bar

Let's go hard tonight (Night), the same shit we gon' do tomorrow

Different city, different state (Uh-huh), bang out with real niggas

Every spot's a big estate (Uh-huh), you gotta feel, nigga

Smashin' out in the Astin (Astin)

Gettin' head and not crashin' (Crashin')

I've been brown bag from '09, not spendin' bread, just stashin' (What?)

Still gettin' that cash, nigga, rap money more fast, nigga (Nigga)

Rollin' up that grass, I still smoke a joint 'til the ash with ya

But time's changed (Changed)

And people too (And people too)

I feel the same (I feel the same)

How it seem to you? (How it seem to you?)

I'm where the weather's nice (Nice), and the trees is blue (Blue)

Welcome to the life (Life), this a dream come true

Got the city goin' hard 'cause we all bubblin' (Bubblin')

Got the fans talkin' 'bout me way out in Dublin (I don't even know where that's at)

Who you signin' with? (Huh) When the album comin'? (Soon)

It's all a grind, cousin, I knew my time was comin' (It here now)

Poetical justice in unusual fashion

Let's get this established, this music my passion

[Chorus: Boaz]

It wasn't for the money or the fame (Nah)

But for the love of the game (Uh-huh)

They expect you to change (Uh-huh)

But when you grindin', shinin' ain't a thing (Not at all)

But when you grindin', shinin' ain't a thing (Not at all)

Now I'm sittin' at the party with pretty hoes (Uh-huh)

Fresh from my head to my toes (Fresh)

Poppin' bottles of Roz (Yeah)

Don't want for nothin', I got everything (I got it all)

Don't want for nothin', I got everything (I got it all)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Humble beginnings, I was dreamin' 'bout the superstardom

Money and women, give a fuck about women

My problems always in my own head, started out with no bread

Kept my head up, got my bread up, now I'm chillin'

Still, I hit the gas station, passin' Jacksons to fiends

Go and buy me a blunt that I packed with some weed

I remember all them days they would laugh at my dreams

Now when they look at what I'm doin', they just have to believe

Uh, rappin' with my cast on, broke my hand and hashed

Still I rapped like it's my last song

Passin' Shef the hash

When they ask about the 'Burg, I tell 'em, "Listen to Bo"

Because them stories go way deeper than just bitches and hoes

Uh, stickin' to the program, always on my own two

I always been my own man, there's nothin' that I won't do

To get this money, tempted by materials

I always dreamt I'd have that B emblem on my steerin' wheel

These rap motherfuckers funny though

A youngin with success tend to move 'em out they comfort zone

But fuck these hoes, I'm thinkin' 'bout some better things

Forget about that bullshit, the music becomes everything

[Chorus: Boaz]

It wasn't for the money or the fame

But for the love of the game

They expect you to change

But when you grindin', shinin' ain't a thing

But when you grindin', shinin' ain't a thing

Now I'm sittin' at the party with pretty hoes

Fresh from my head to my toes

Poppin' bottles of Roz

Don't want for nothin', I got everything

Don't want for nothin', I got everything

[Verse 3: Boaz]

Yeah, now they see me all bossed up (Yeah)

Bad hoes gettin' tossed up (Yeah)

Chauffeurs pullin' cars up (Yeah), push a button, it starts up

I feel like I just landed (Uh), on a whole 'nother planet (Yeah)

This money changes everything

These niggas don't understand it (Nah)

Got paintings on the wall now, my countertops is granite

I take it as a blessin', no, never took it for granted (Nah)

This just how God planned it (Yeah), these haters can't stand it (Nah)

Can't stop that if I wanted to, we ball out automatic (Huh)

Everything's top of the line, shoppin' in Boca Raton

Ice on both of my arms, frames Versace design

But those are just material things

Can we rise beyond that to a spiritual plane? (Let go)

Can I make million dollars without dealin' cocaine?

Wanna die a happy death without feelin' no pain

We hit the game like an asteroid, name in the tabloids

Now go and get your money on, little duffle-bag boy

As I roll up the stank (Stank) and pour me a drank (Drank)

I'm laughin' at niggas (Haha), all the way to the bank (Go)

As I roll up the stank (Roll up), and pour me a drank (Pour up)

I'm just laughin' at bitches (Haha), all the way to the bank