TV

[Intro]

Mr. Rogers

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

Why you wanna see me now?

Is it because I'm on TV now? Yeah

My haters wish they could be me now

Thank the Lord the tables turned

'Cause now it's my turn

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]

When I used to be dirt broke, I couldn't afford to get a Happy Meal (Yeah)

Now it's steak and lobster, that's a make-a-player-happy meal (Yeah)

But back then, you were lookin' at me and laughin' tears (Hahaha)

Now I'm rich and you steady tryna get yo' ass up in here (Woo)

Tell me why I couldn't get a ride when I needed one

Now it's so many cars, it's like I never needed one

Allergic to bitch niggas, never see me with one

Want deeper life until Jesus Christ and his kingdom come

The same musty ass egghead sixth grader

Y'all were laughin', but he knew later, shit would get greater (Yeah)

From broke as a joke, now he's earnin' as much as six Lakers (Fire)

Save yourself, bitch, I'm savin' this paper (Haha)

I turned that green and trappin' into that black Bentley ballin' money

Always got at least fifteen stacks with me

And you can ride as long as you ain't got your hand out

Soon as you ask for somethin', that's when you get yo' ass out

[Chorus: Z-Ro & Mac Miller]

Why you wanna see me now?

Is it because I'm on TV now? Yeah

My haters wish they could be me now (Yeah)

Thank the Lord the tables turned (Yeah, um)

'Cause now it's my turn (Okay)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Yeah, okay

Black car service

Had to kill myself to be here, was it all worth it?

Spent a lot of lonely nights contemplating purpose

Only did it 'cause I'm white, do I still deserve it?

Hell yeah

I put a lot of work in, thank the Lord he blessed me

First time in Houston, Bun took me to Frenchy's

I'll put a couple albums out, then they'll all forget me

But a gangster gon' always be a gangster, boy

And you don't know my past, you weren't right there wit' me

Hittin' licks to get some cash, just to buy some hash

I'm a rottweiler, top dollar, Babe Ruth, shot caller

Grand slam, head of the table, I'm the Godfather

Burn it to the ground, pickin' up the pieces

You can't save yourself when the beast is off the leashes

'Cause we comin' for you

Yeah, we comin' for you

[Chorus: Mac Miller]

Why you wanna see me now?

Is it because I'm on TV now? Yeah

My haters wish they could be me now

Thank the Lord the tables turned

'Cause now it's my turn