Made Men

[Intro: Tom-Oh & Mac Miller]

Hey, hey (Your boy Mac Miller)

It's Mr. O.H. (Shoutout to my homie Tom-Oh)

In this bitch (Got you, bruh)

And it go like

[Chorus: Tom-Oh]

Ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum, bum, ba-da-dum

We just some made men

Ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum (Hey, hey), bum-ba, ba-da-dum (Hey, hey)

We just some made men

[Verse 1: Tom-Oh]

Livin' life like I'm a made man, the fans be causin' mayhem

These haters always jockin', but I block 'em with these Ray-Bans

The marijuana fragrance, coach says I have great hands

The way I run the game, you gettin' fifteen on a facemask

My lady used to love me, called hеr honey, loved her too

But now I'll makе it public: I've had enough of you

See, I got stuff to do, like write the mic, a couple tunes

So I say my goodbyes without really givin' a fuck or two

It's up to you to do it, that's what my father was tellin' me

Winged it, now I'm hot, so we feedin' my CD celery

Touchin' on the centipede, she'll never see the end of me

Been known around the world, my music sell among the seven seas

Guess will set it free, now paper's what it's gettin' me

But I don't need the money, I just do it for the memories

So please remember me, the game used to be friends with me

But now I got it by the throat, and I don't plan to let it breathe

Kid, fuck a person who gon' talk shit

Grab a dictionary, I'm a definition boss bitch

Hey, fuck the money and the fame

Ain't a damn thing gon' change 'cept the motor in the Range, kid

[Chorus: Tom-Oh & Mac Miller]

Ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum

We just some made men

Ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum

Man, you been fuckin' with some made men

Ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum

We just some made men

Ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum (Yeah, Mac Miller, bitch)

Man, you been fuckin' with some made men

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Uh, way to go, never runnin' outta gas

Hundred-twenty on the dash, I don't never need a map

Mr. Tom-Tom, can you please direct me where I'm goin'?

Take a journey through my head, you'll be Motrin

Lickin' and splittin' it, rollin' and hittin', bitches never change up

Boy meets the world, no Cory and Topanga

Different kinds of haters always tend to twist they face up

Bitches want some magic, I ain't with Hermione Granger

Lace up your cleanin' shoes, throw on designer clothes

Grab your best weed, alcohol and finest hoes

Finna have a player's ball, have her make the call

Colors so bright and flamboyant that I paint the wall

Every time I walk by, have these bitches cock-eyed

Smokin' on some spinach, get me strong, call me Popeye

You with them chicken heads, they just tryna get ya bread

Think you gettin' pussy, end the night with just a kiss instead

[Bridge: Mac Miller]

Just a kiss instead

Just a kiss instead

Gettin' pussy, end the night with just a kiss instead

Uh, Mac Miller, bitch, uh

[Chorus: Tom-Oh]

Ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum

We just some made men

Ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum

Man, you been fuckin' with some made men

Ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum

We just some made men

Ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum

Man, you been fuckin' with some made men

[Outro: MiGGZ]

Ayo, this is a MiGGZ [?]