Spittsburgh

[Intro: DJ Rated R & Franchise]

Let's take it out to Spittsburgh

Can't forget Billy The Kid

And Beedie, what up?

Can't forget to give a fat shouts-out to Living Proofe

Mac Miller

Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with the wind (Can't forget Sam [?])

Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with the—

Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with—

Pull the pistols, I'm off to the—

(Henny & Haze)

Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with the wind

Got my partners a part of this and we gon' get it in

Mass appeal through your stereo, ears explode, listen in

With six of the truest M—

[Verse 1: Franchise]

Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with the wind

Got my partners a part of this and we gon' get it in

Mass appeal through your stereo, ears explode, listen in

With six of the truest MCs who fumbled jewels by glistenin'

Hell, from that pretty city where niggas be gettin' it

However you need it, the camp got it, how we dishin' it

Underground commercial with talents so versatile

And punches that'll have 'em in the hearses with the curtains

Blast and leave 'em hurtin' on any beat that I work with

Sam, set up the funeral, your beat, I'm 'bout to murk it

These other niggas is worthless unless it's Ciego in the booth

Or Beedie spillin', bringin' the pain with Living Proofe

Sixty-proof's in my cup, mix the juice and that

Get the Buddha wraps, swervin' lanes as I cruise with Mac

Open the page as I'm roastin' the haze

With quotes full of flames

Bill The Kid, flow on the page

[Verse 2: Bill The Kid & Beedie]

And ever since we came down, y'all fuck with us

Twistin' up the game, Dutchy, easy, while the paper

See the flavors of the bud we want

Showin' love, that's comin' crazy, how these women love to page me

When they know it's only one I'm gon' fuck with, 'cause

I'm not the player type, just feed me grapes

Watch the haze, crispy, save the whites

LV chain onto my jeans, they know I'm playin' right

Tell me what my name is to the game, I'm always sayin' I'm

Number one, comin' with a microphone, pounds of weed

Every pair of kicks is like I'm licensed as the number one kid in fly Nikes

Not another fly like me (Yeah)

I get it done when I said it, watch me stomp the beat (Check it)

In my Flights right when the instrumental drops (Look, look)

[Verse 3: Beedie]

Well, I'm back, ready for round two (Yeah)

Hustle 'round the grounds, fool

Always keep my pivot, y'all be slippin' in your clown shoes (Shoes)

I'm from a foul zoo, Pittsburgh, it's Beedie Crack

Here with Franchise and all my guys, let me speed it back (Back)

If you can move, then I'ma work it like physical fitness (Yeah)

Have ya bitch bendin' backwards like she was a gymnast (Haha)

Yes, it's the fuckin' greatest (Greatest)

So let me tell you, when I say it, chyeah, we gettin' papers (Papers)

Whole team squadded up, we takin' over acres, no fakers, homie (Yeah)

Feds takin' pictures, cops watchin', got the cameras on me (Why?)

Got the sticky, smell the orange crush, mandarin

Out with Fran' and them

Spittin' synonyms and antonyms

My standard is outstandin', man (Uh-huh)

Every time I grab a pen (Woah), waitin' right around the bend (Chyeah)

Make you need an aspirin (Yeah)

She ain't even gotta ask for him

Thinkin' if she want a road boy, your chance is slim

[Verse 4: Living Proofe]

Yeah, so much shit up on my brain

Crack the window, light it up, drop the ashes on the pane (Yeah)

Some type eclectic, breathin' through the strange

Been the rock to the jungle, the lion to the mane

Never catch me lyin' on my name

I'm the Proofe, while they aim to shoot, I just shoot to aim

So I'm packin' it to accurately tame

All these animals and cannibals just tearin' up the game

(I'm) so fly (Yup), no need for a plane

Move the clouds, leave the sun, shoot the stars, make it rain (Rain)

So high, the dollar makin' change

Flashbacks like a vet, took a bottle to the brain

Cash stack (Yup), I'm ballin' once again

Got a mean crossover, stay the fuck up out my lane

Deep thought, hold it, yet your cheap talk lower than my sight

So precise, you could never touch my range

[Verse 5: Ciego & Mac Miller]

Poppin' pills, I never sleep, I barely eat

I'm drinkin' square, smokin' beers, is it clear?

Soap appeared, sober weird, anti-social, I don't care

Middle finger for you here

Failure never shows the fear

I am over standin' there

Not the best, somethin' here

Death is closin' in the rear

Rats are [?] here

Rapidly, I regulate

Droppin' like the counterweight

Duckin' from them county weights

Reperate and calculate

Contemplation, confrontation, hesitation, [?] shakin'

Block awakin', watchin' how you conversatin'

Goin' in, then again, left 'em where I first begin

The worst of men

My worthless sense, I'm grindin' harder, shinin' longer

Really-nilly, smokin' Philly

Barber foolin' like I'm Billy

Push me, I'ma show you, silly

Number two, I'm really illy

Overlooked, you know the dealy

Really wanna try me, really seen my city?

Niggas gritty, bar pissy

Hoodie on (Uh), [?] with me (Look)

Truth

[Verse 6: Mac Miller]

Ayo, I'm comin' with a flow you ain't seen in a long time

Makin' the song cry

If you not with me, you on the wrong side

People goin' by smokin' so I throw 'em five

Try and get a hit of this haze, Franny be smokin' la

La costa nostra, I keep it in the family

Plus I'm goin' global, ma', the kid gon' win a Grammy

Award, you can hand me the Billboard

That's the type of shit a muhfucker would kill for

This is some real war

Bitch, this no Call of Duty

I got a bunch of lil' groupies, dress 'em all in Gucci

'Cause it don't mean shit

Fresh kicks on my Bruce Lee shit

I see you effin' H's, now you hangin' with a G, bitch

A young boy all season

Go against the Empire, that'd be treason (Hahaha)

Few bags of hash when they bringin' all my weed in

And two bad bitches, find me sittin' in between 'em

[Outro: DJ Rated R]

ID Labs

Henny & Haze, Rated R

2010, we on our mixtape takeover shit

Spittsburgh in this motherfucker

Yo Pittsburgh, we get it?