Mac Miller - I Love Life, Thank You Album Lyrics

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I Love Life, Thank You

Alright then, bitch
Ha, yeah
Uh
A million muhf*ckin' fans on that ass, biatch (la-la, la-la)
Feels amazin'
Ladies and gentlemen, I've always been the same kid (la-la, la-la)
Now I'm famous (and I ain't even have to change shit)

Hey
Ayo, they keep on sayin' this dude back, this dude back
But I don't sound like this dude, bitch, I'm Mac (woo)
Now these girls all tryna suck my dick, I rap, haha
I may let her if I'm sippin' that 'gnac, yeah
Too fly, submarine in the sky
Can't go out in public, I better get a disguise
It's better to be yourself, don't ever just live a lie
While I'm drivin' with the top down, listenin' to Plies (ha)
Chicken wings and fries, I'm in love with all the simple things
Little things, hoes just be around, always bickering
I got some money, threw some diamonds on a pinky ring
That's why your favorite girl probably on my ding-a-ling
Chief blunts with peanut, standin' on a tree stump
Rappers need to keep up, my bitch is double D cup
She f*cks, but she ain't no slut, and she know that (know that)
She freeze up, livin' in the moment, get her Kodak (Kodak)
Hold that, wait for it to flash, get the picture
I ain't doin' much, just out on this adventure (yeah)
Bus around the country, but I'm travelin' the world
With all these rappers that be hatin' like I'm battlin' with girls

Ayo, this where the hook be
But I ain't got no hook, you pussy
I said this where the hook be
But, bitch, I ain't got a f*ckin' hook, you pussy
Yeah, bitch, that could be a hook
You know what, I'ma just rap, if it's okay with y'all
And you can tell me if it was nice
Aight, here we go

Uh
Ayo, I kinda want a fur coat, kinda want a grill
She met me at the party, now she kinda wanna chill
I ain't on no pills, just a little weed, molly, and lean
Yeah, I did a couple drugs, now they callin' me Sheen
This was all a dream just a week ago, now I got a heap of dough
I keep a ho that always has some weed to roll
All these rappers brag, but I don't ever see 'em flow (no)
The illest muhf*cker in it, we don't need to vote (no)
'Cause I don't give a f*ck what y'all think
And I don't give a f*ck what that dude on that blog think (suck a dick)
Yeah, I seen hay, been to court in three states
Had to deal with cheapskates who always want a free play
You hold the weight of the world, I bet your knees break
Put my dick in a bitch hand, keepsake
You can't keep that, f*ck off my case
You can keep some residue if I bust on your face, huh
I'm just playin', mistake him as Asian
Always been amazin', since days I've been hangin'
In ancient places, now the kid famous
And he ain't even had to change shit, biatch

A million mothaf*ckin' fans
I just want to take a second to thank y'all, you feel me?
Thanks for f*ckin' with the kid from day one
You know what I'm sayin', Blue Slide Park, November 8th
I'll see y'all then, aight, chyeah
Suck my dick
We should keep that
Oh shit, it worked again, biatch
So I just threw this f*ckin' mixtape together because I love y'all
How nice am I?

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People Under The Stairs

Hey
Microphone testing, testing
You playing politician, you Martin Sheen on The West Wing
Guessing the best thing for me to do is spit it
This shit is never a gimmick, you listen more than a minute
I been spittin' flows since the kid was six-years-old
And if you listen close, I do this like some mismatched clothes
It's whatever, put it together, you never could be this clever
I'm rockin' the mic forever, you gonna stop me never
I'm cocky because I love it, you Rocky without the punches
Hockey without the ice and boxes without the lunches
Flowin' like me, no one, and that got you mad, bitch
Saw your boys are nothin' but just average
I ain't tellin' nobody how they should live they life
I got my own shit to deal with, so that just isn't right
I'm just tryna leave the crib, go out and live tonight
Shit, f*ck that, I'm locked in the lab, workin'
Droppin' a track, beats get bodied and bagged, certain
See the world through first, second, and third-person
Omniscient, listenin' so efficient
Trapped in my own goal line, ready to go the distance
Consider it a privilege that you get to witness
History in the makin', you f*ckin' bitches
Haha, just playin' with y'all
Still in line waitin' for my name to get called, yeah

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Willie Dynamite

The girls ask me for that Willie D, that's how I know they feelin' me
It's simple, see, the pimpin' be what got these bitches clipped to me
You may be at the game, I guarantee you we in different seats
I seen you in the nosebleeds, but where I'm at, that isn't cheap
In the Benz, in a Jeep, make a million in a week
Takin' off her clothes 'fore I begin to speak like, "Gimme cheeks"
Been to London, been to France, go there if you get the chance
Been to Amsterdam, hit the club, hell no, I didn't dance
Rolled around a little, smoked the weed, seen the red lights
Ain't f*ck a prostitute but the head nice, get right
From here on to the next life, relax and sip that Red Stripe
Way I spend this money, you would think I had a ex-wife
Bitches love the lead pipe, the 'Burgh, word to Ken Rice
New place every day, what I would give to just have ten nights
Yeah, right, 'bout to drop an album, hope to blow your mind
Tryna reach a level where no music is put over mine

Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?
Live it up 'cause you don't live that long or am I wrong?
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?
Live it up 'cause you don't live that long (how about another one?)
Or am I wrong?

Hey
It's young Macintosh, tell you 'bout that sabotage
Travelin' through Germany, word to David Hasselhoff
Back up off me, kill 'em softly, bitches like to f*ck 'em doggy
Prolly off some molly, got me turnin' into polygons
On and on, DJ's puttin' on my song
People say I talk too long, killin' every single track the God is on
They cheerin' with their pom-poms, buyin' what I got on
Straight gold, find me f*ckin' Silver with my Long John
Tom Tom, direct me to that money please
Square sponge, f*ckin' dumb, yeah, your grades is under C
And I know, "In God we trust," but how much do they trust in me?
Enough to be a f*ckin' beast on beats, yeah
Shit is so disgustingly amazin', bitches out the playpen
You f*ck your hand, askin', "How much money can I fit into this rubber band?"
Hustlin', throw your ass right inside a rubbish can
Excuse my French, that's just how I'd talk if I was Russell Brand
Know that I'm the f*ckin' man, play my shit for three days
All I make is hits, call me T-Pain
Sicker than if she gave me AIDS, plus some teeth decay
Then she stole my condom, try to auction it on eBay
Talk a little shit, man, probably thought he dissed me
Bitch, please, I just ate out Monica Lewinsky
Yeah, I taught her 'bout some slaughter, had her cryin' 'bout her father
Then I busted in her face while she told me, "It's an honor"
Bob O'Connor, we just politickin', finger-lickin' on my chicken
Got a way with words, words, words, word to Charles Dickens
I wrote this on the shitter usin' toilet paper
Then put your head inside the waters, and enjoy the flavor, huh

Yeah, bitch
Nah, Jerm, don't cut me off, man
F*ck you
Ha-ha

Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?
Live it up 'cause you don't live that long or am I wrong?
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?
Live it up 'cause you don't live that long or am I wrong?

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The Scoop On Heaven

Hey, hey, hey
(9th Wonder) hey, hey, hey
'92 'til infinity and beyond (hey)
And on (I hear it's like), and on (I hear it's kinda like)
And on (I hear it's kinda like), and on (I hear it)

Hey, I heard they got nice cars up in Heaven
Free liquor out the bar and the brightest f*ckin' stars up in Heaven
Heard that you can chill, not worry 'bout the police
Not worry 'bout someone fightin' 'cause everything just at peace
Heard the streets paved with gold, the women all gorgeous
You just float, can't even feel where the floor is
I heard Heaven got a brand new venue
Next to that restaurant, you love their menu
And everything free, so everyone cool
Look out any window, it's an incredible view
Everyone you speak to always tellin' you the truth
And it's only good shit when you gettin' all your news
Ooh, I imagine that
Just a place that we can kick it, be happy at
Satisfaction or maybe I'm dreamin'
Tell you what it's like when I see it

If you hear what Heaven's like, can you tell me?
Please, I'm really tryin' to know
'Cause I do what I do, when it's all said and done
Shit, I'm just tryin' to go
If you hear what Heaven's like, could you tell me?
Please, I'm really tryin' to know
'Cause I do what I do, when it's all said and done
Shit, I'm just tryin' to go

I heard ain't nobody famous up in Heaven, everybody the same
Just kick it up there in Heaven 'cause nobody goin' change
Nobody can complain, the parties are all insane
The people all know your name, shit, you entertain
See everybody you want, always keepin' in touch
And go and chill by yourself when everything get too much
Never a f*ckin' rush, you there for a million plus
You probably got a Mercedes, but always could take the bus
So f*ck, that's what Heaven's like, I guess I think it is
But come to think of it, I've been drinkin' shit
I don't know the truth
This is what I imagined when I was standin' in the booth

If you hear what Heaven's like, can you tell me?
Please, I'm really tryin' to know
'Cause I do what I do, when it's all said and done
Shit, I'm just tryin' to go
If you hear what Heaven's like, could you tell me?
Please, I'm really tryin' to know
'Cause I do what I do, when it's all said and done
Shit, I'm just tryin' to go

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Love Lost

(Our love was lost)
Hey, hey, haha (where'd you go? Where'd you)
(But now we've found it)
Oh yeah, uh (where'd you go? Where'd you go? Where'd you go?)
(Our love was lost, oh, lost)
Doin' the happy dance (where'd you, where'd you go?)
(And hope was gone)
Doin' the happy dance (where'd you go? Haha)
Doin' the happy dance (haha, yeah)

(Our love was lost)
Where'd you go? What'd you do?
How the hell you make me fall in love with you? (But now we've found it)
And then you leave, now you're gone
All I got is this damn song (and if you flash your heart, oh, heart)
So I can feel but I can't touch
You said my love was a bit too much (i won't deny it)
Broke my heart, can't find no crutch
So why don't you come on back home? (Can I spit?)

Hey, I'm a f*ckin' workaholic with a passion in my heart
Treatin' rappin' as a art in which ya have to be apart of
I just copped a new car to hear it start up
Try to do the right thing and please karma
All I want to know is where the f*ck did ya have to go?
I've been waitin' on you, baby
Why don't you leave and come on home?
I can't be mad, I'm livin' my dream
(Goin' all around the globe)
Though you said you think you love me
(You need to let me know)
So I've been f*ckin' all these hoes
And I've been blowin' all this cash
'Cause, baby, this just the beginnin'
And I'ma make all of it back

(Our love was lost)
Where'd you go? What'd you do?
How the hell you make me fall in love with you? (But now we've found it)
And then you leave, now you're gone
All I got is this damn song (hey, hey, hey) (and if you flash your heart, oh, heart)
So I can feel but I can't touch (hey, hey, hey)
You said my love was a bit too much (hey) (i won't deny it)
Broke my heart, can't find no crutch
So why don't you come on back home? (Hey)

Hey, hey, it's all good, everybody tryna eat tonight
Tryna go to sleep, havin' good dreams tonight
You go home, it might get better
All I know, it don't last forever
So take it while you got it, try to get a little more
They say I'm gettin' better than I ever been before
Well, that's for sure, tell 'em what I do
Rap keep me fed like a spoon gettin' soup
I've been out here on the road
And now they missin' me at home
All these ex-girls that I used to know
Are hittin' up my phone
But I ain't here
I guess you can call back
Sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll
I think I'll take all that

(Our love was lost)
Where'd you go? What'd you do?
How the hell you make me fall in love with you? (But now we've found it)
And then you leave, now you're gone
All I got is this damn song (and if you flash your heart, oh, heart)
So I can feel but I can't touch
You said my love was a bit too much (i won't deny it)
Broke my heart, can't find no crutch
So why don't you come on back home?

Yeah
Huh-huh, and it gets no better than this
Huh, yeah, it gets no better than this
Yeah, it gets no better, yeah, it gets no better
Yeah, it gets no better, this shit forever
Get no better, it get no better
Yeah, it get no better, yeah, this shit forever
Bum-bada-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, ba-dum
You can cut it here and then we're done

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Pranks 4 Players

(We on tour right now) It's Young Veggies right here
You know what I'm sayin'? We in the studio (yeah), Chi Town
I got my niggas with me (ah yeah)
I got my people with me (ah yeah)
Mac Meezy (my boy), Mikey watchin' this shit too
You know I'm sayin'? (Swag, yeah, swag, swag, yeah, swag, swag, yeah, swag)
Your swag's shit (yeah)

It go rock-a-bye baby
What if I'm f*ckin' with my butterfly lady
In the backseat of the 'Cedes, or the Saleen
Somethin' that I cop, made in the eighties
I've been lost inside this puzzle
Rearrangin', keep on sayin' I'm a goddamn fool
Tell me, "Quit playin'," I'm like, "No can do"
Been through this bullshit
Actin' foolish as a dude that's hit with Cupid's doings (ooh)
Music is the key to everything I keep pursuin'
Bitches used to do the friend thing, now they ask me what I'm doin'
Tryna give me head before the show
Go while I'm interviewin' with a student newspaper
Maybe with the radio
Curb Your Enthusiasm, ho, the Larry David Show
Was somethin' that we probably watchin' while we be gettin' high
Step aside if anybody think they lookin' fresh as I am
With my Daily Bread hoodie and a floral hat
This shit these rappers talkin 'bout, I'm gettin' bored of that

This, or that, and a wiffle ball bat
Make a million dollars, then I give it all back
These rappers talkin' shit when they shit is all wack (ayy)
Yeah, I said it on wax
Yeah, I'm pullin' stars from the sky, live large, get high
Women lie, men lie, but we always fly
At the end of the movie, doves always cry (Michael)
Pullin' stars from the sky (Michael), live large, get high

It's all live, baby (baby)
Golded up like Tut, it make guys hate me (uh)
But I ain't givin' a f*ck, I tell 'em, "Drive safely"
How dare a man lift his hand at me like I'm gon' flinch?
I'm not no bitch (uh-uh)
With the concreature concrete monuments (monuments)
Man probably pack his bag if he tryna trip
Nick Bruno, Boldy James kinda shit
It's like The Godfather, y'all gotta honor this (honor this)
Tryna split the money up like communists (okay)
You should shake the person hand that put you on to this
Hold up, this the swag you would kill for (kill for)
What the f*ck you tryna chill for? (Wake up)
Are you alive or a stillborn?
'Cause you really ain't livin' 'til you get yours
Sky's the limit, we could build doors
Open 'em up, nothin' gon' be closed, I'm sure

This, or that, and a whiffle ball bat
Make a million dollars, and then give it all back
These rappers talkin' shit when they shit be all wack
Yeah, I said it on wax
We pullin' stars out the sky, live large, get high
Men lie, women lie, but we always fly
At the end of the movie, doves always cry
Pullin' stars out the sky, live large, get high, ha

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Cold Feet

Yeah, uh
I rap better 'cause I'm mad clever
Yeah, yeah
Oh my God
Hey

Yeah, they always want that fun shit
When you tryna spit a little somethin' real
They start runnin', turnin' chicken like a nugget meal
How the f*ck I feel? Kinda like a hundred mil'
Spun the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you nothin' still
F*ck a deal, I can do it with my own team
Won before Sheen, hear how all these hoes scream
When I was fourteen, sippin' on my OE
Tryna marry money, but that bitch kept gettin' cold feet
Music loud, hear it bangin' through the whole street
Beat gettin' shit on, ha, toilet bowl seat
No sleep, just work
Got a couple horny girls in a see-through shirt
So believe my hype, muthaf*ckas can't read nor write
Still they talkin' shit, man, I've seen your type
Got problems, can't sleep at night
'Cause your girl wanna come around, freak all night
I'm a sex drill when I'm rollin' off them X pills
Five bikes, ten wheels, girl, I'll leave your legs still
Say, "I don't do drugs, just weed"
Well, I'ma do drugs and speed down the street
Do doughnuts, your flow sucks, you so butt
Your girl's gettin' throat f*cked, I get high, I go up
Why you sayin' that he's a trend?
Then come to all his shows just to meet your friends?
So much coke sniffed, f*ckin' hoes with bloody noses
Just a couple doses, f*ck the roses
Class time, better take good notes
You bitches couldn't touch me with a Facebook poke

Bitch

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Family First

Dealin' with everybody's opinion, tryna do me
Only down one, I'm in the final, shootin' threes like I don't give a f*ck
Music, we f*ck and switch the position up
We love the things that keep on bringin' out the kids in us
Been workin' all my life to do some different stuff
And people have the nerve to say I'm young and haven't lived enough
I'm on the road, my girl so sad I'm gone
It's hard when I can't even find the time to call my mom
And she thinks I'm goin' Hollywood, I guess she probably should
It seems like people see the bad and don't acknowledge good
I feel the shade, but I can see the sun, I'm cool
I've got the time, but feel the need to run, a fool
Is what I've become, young and I'm dumb
Been spendin' cake to get some bump in the trunk
Drums with a pump like some Reeboks, see me from the treetops
They worry, but they need not, heatin' like a teapot
Now I think I'm cool 'cause I got a pair of shoes
And more dough, a jacket with a Polo logo
My cup always filled with Henny, so no Four Loko
But they should know so
I could go slow, you see that I'm smooth now
Used to ignore me, they study what I do now
With some help from Kweli, and it's like on the beat
It's cool to say that my cypher complete

Word
I'm so sick with the verbs I use, the words that heal us
They love how we kill it on stage, man, Murder theaters
No wonder they call it a bunk, I sleep in a coffin
Dead tired, exhausted from how often I be tourin'
So gangster, like the occupation of Made Men
Creatin' chaos, my operation is Mayhem
The movie never stopped, the frame change over
We added Mac to the wolf pack, Hangover
That Hen is not a friend, I'm on that Lagavulin
Whatever substance, I abuse it like a grown man
You not a kid no more, no one to hold your hand
And Four Loko make your shoulder lean like a Dro fan
Go ham, like Abraham readin' all the Psalms
Oh yeah, and don't forget to call your moms
Same thing I told Bow Wow last year
Take care of the fam, 'cause it's all we really have here

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The Miller Family Reunion

Takin' pictures of Q while he's sleepin'
It's a pastime
Uh

Throw a steak on the grill, put the drink on chill (chill)
This a mothaf*ckin' barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma gettin' crunk, just fun
Nobody give a f*ck (f*ck)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time (hey, hey, hey)

The door's open, I might as well just stroll in
Got some Arnie Palmer in my pitcher, call it Nolan Ryan
Try it once and then you go there
I am hopin' that we can kick it, reminiscin' only 'bout the good times
I know there's moments when you probably love me, but you didn't wanna show it
Now I'm all around the globe with everyone but you
I know you f*ckin' miss me, chill and keep it cool
Never gettin' old, man, grown, no Rogaine
Fill your plate with all that food, you better eat the whole thing
This a family reunion, all the grandmas be movin'
Runnin' in three-legged races, people would cry if they losin'
When I was two, my slide was blue
When I was gone, my ice cream cone was a giant wand
When my bike was all I was ridin' on
Jewelry from a Happy Meal, f*ck it, I was happy still

Throw a steak on the grill, put the drink on chill (chill)
This a mothaf*ckin' barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma gettin' crunk, just fun
Nobody give a f*ck (f*ck)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time (hey)

Come and step inside the Electric Slide
Sprayin' squirt guns at you like it's pesticide
So why you buggin'? Lil' man, stop buggin'
I gotta spend some time with some friends of mine
Get away from everything, go and rest your mind
It's not nothin', lil' man, it's not nothin'
All my little cousins actin' like some munchkins
Runnin' into trees, end up cryin' out their eyes
Have to rush 'em to the ER, maybe just a Band-Aid will do it
You can sing along, please let the band play the music
Always nice you can come back home
Your friends go off, but then they come back grown
Nice to know that you never alone
Family reunions whenever I'm home

Throw a steak on the grill, put the drink on chill (chill)
This a muthaf*ckin' barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma gettin' crunk, just fun
Nobody give a f*ck (f*ck)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time (long time)

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Boom Bap Rap

Hey
Big Jerm
Cool, cool beat that we made here, man
I played the keys, you play the drums
Did a little bass on this one
Uh
Hey
Ha, alright, alright, alright, alright
'92 'til infinity and beyond

You witnessin' your gambles of infinity
Music in my soul, on the go, ain't gettin' rid of me
Peace and divinity in each and every inch of me
We livin' through this melody, you singin' in a different key
See, I'm nice with these rhymes, I might be blind
Just see inside of minds, I gets unkind
I'm like a psychic, I don't give a f*ck if you like this
We here to party, had a little music to turn up loud
Uh, '92 'til infinity, just some shit that you ain't heard in a while
I don't give a f*ck if there ain't a party
We got a little music to turn up loud
We different, got our life that we livin', standin' out in the crowd

That boom bap rap
They ask me how I do it, I'ma tell 'em I'm just cool like that
Alright, alright, alright, alright, that boom bap rap
When they ask you what you doin'
Tell 'em that you cool and keepin' it movin'
Ain't nothin' new, I'ma do what I do

Yo
Pullin' up in somethin' that you haven't seen
Clean and accompanied by one of the baddest queens
Peel the top back, feelin' superb as I pass the green
We just cool and vibin' without the magazine
Breezin' through 376 thinkin' 'bout my past ventures
Came from runnin', duckin' and jumpin' over fences
Used to play reckless tryna get the checks stocked
Now it's visions with my camp from the triple deck yacht
I can't stop, won't stop, I keep runnin'
Unleash the beast, freak beats and keep comin'
Nasty, but we spit it so sincerely
Drip phlegm from the pen so they can feel me
Boom bap ones with the hip-hop
They say we different, wonder how we do it, but it's sealed in a Zip-Loc
Killin' beats from '87 'til the end of me
And Mac been involved since '92 until infinity

That boom bap rap
They ask me how I do it, I tell 'em I'm just cool like that
Alright, alright, alright, alright, that boom bap rap
When they ask you what you doin'
Tell 'em that you cool and keepin' it movin'
Ain't nothin' new, I'ma do what I do

This that boom bap shit, return of Mister Boombastic
Most Dope makin' new classics
Scream beef dog, look, lose that shit
You ain't built for contact, better do glasses
Haters get mad, my view zoom past 'em
You lose that, bitch, you think local, I do atlas
Vinny Radio do that shit
It's like bird flu how I move that sickness
Got my money lookin' healthy, work to stretch it every day, we call it physical fitness
Made my name in the game from playin' no games but givin' these beats the business
It's a guaranteed conviction every time I kill a track, I'm lettin' you all witness
We deserve a reward for bringin' back that boom bap rap that you been missin'

That boom bap rap
They ask me how I do it, I tell 'em I'm just cool like that
Alright, alright, alright, alright, that boom bap rap
When they ask you what you doin'
Tell 'em that you cool and keepin' it movin'
Ain't nothin' new, I'ma do what I do

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Just a Kid

They either hate or they on your side
F*ck it, we ridin' (f*ck it, we ridin')
Playin' games just to ease your mind
Damn, I'm high (damn, I'm high)
And I know (I know) that they (that they) never understand
'Cause I'm just (I'm just) a kid (a kid), but they tell me I'm the man
(Hey, hey) hey

I be goofy, kind of funny, actin' stupid, but they love me
We don't do it for the money, just some food up in my tummy
Feelin' cool, livin' great, in the mood, tryna sway
Ice cubes in my drink, never doin' what they say
They some losers full of hate, the nuisance gettin' cake
What I'm doin' every day, probably ruin all your game
Got some brand new clothes, fresh, right out the package
The moon lookin' like I could reach right up and grab it
So close to the sky, I'm high
Was a youngin' who would hope to be fly, oh my
God, now I'm everywhere with my squad
When I spit a rhyme, they applaud
And I say, "Thank you, thank you, you're far too kind"
You heard everybody's music, but wait 'til you hear mine

They either hate or they on your side
F*ck it, we ridin' (f*ck it, we ridin')
Playin' games just to ease your mind
Damn, I'm high (damn, I'm high)
And I know (I know) that they (that they) never understand
'Cause I'm just (I'm just) a kid (a kid), but they tell me I'm the man
(Hey) hey

If you know me, you ain't hatin', listen, homie, I've been waitin'
For a golden opportunity to know that I'ma make it
Where I'm goin', I could take it, went from flowin' in the basement
To shows in all stages, on the road to different places
Got they thumbs in the air, smile on they faces
Fans with grey hair and fans rockin' braces
Fans who be buyin' me drinks to get me wasted
Groupie hoes, thirsty as hell and wanna taste it, huh
See, this life even shocks me
I got some people on my nuts, call 'em jockey
And I ain't even gettin' cocky
But if you hatin', I'ma tell you this, watch me
'Bout to do somethin' amazin', bro
World changin', my brain got a gang of flows
And this for those who always came to shows
And who were still by my side with no bank to blow, whoa

They either hate or they on your side
F*ck it, we ridin' (f*ck it, we ridin')
Playin' games just to ease your mind
Damn, I'm high (damn, I'm high)
And I know (I know) that they (that they) never understand
'Cause I'm just (I'm just) a kid (a kid), but they tell me I'm the man
Hey

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All That

Hey, hey
Uh, and it's the best day ever
Every now and again you gotta just
Just say somethin', somethin' real
'Cause, you know, you plan on changin' the world, that's
When it's all said and done, it's more than just
More than just rap
It's deeper than that, let's do it

The people think it's all about the fame
And the money and your status in the game
But it's deeper than all that
They just want the women and the cars
Gettin' high so they can chill with some stars
But it's deeper than all that
They thinkin' that it's all about the shows
And the chain hangin' down on your clothes
But it's deeper than all that
We here to change the world with this thing called rap
Homie, believin' is all that

I got that money on my mind, the grind, and the ability
The knowledge and the know-how, stamina and the agility (agility)
Soon as I step in the facility, these haters start testin' my civility
I'm tellin' ya, they killin' me (they killin' me)
Some of 'em feelin' me and some of 'em be grillin' me
But I just blow my kush smoke up to the ceilin', G (G)
Yeah, and take a toke of the Swisher smoke (smoke)
They got the paint and the brush, but not the picture, loc (loc)
What is an emcee if he can't rap? (Rap)
Just a monkey with a mic just waitin' to get slapped (slapped)
And what is a DJ if he can't scratch? (Scratch)
The one rotten apple that's spoilin' the whole batch (the whole batch)
What is a B-Boy if he can't break? (Break)
Might as well do the Dougie or even the Harlem Shake (the Harlem Shake)
And what is a graffiti artist if he don't tag?
No homophobia, but he's a fag
'Cause it's deeper than all that

Some people think it's all about the fame
And the money and your status in the game
But it's deeper than all that
They just want the women and the cars
Gettin' high so they can chill with some stars
But it's deeper than all that
They thinkin' that it's all about the shows
And the chain hangin' down on your clothes
But it's deeper than all that
We here to change the world with this thing called rap
Homie, believin' is all that (look, look)

One time for the world 'cause we do it for y'all
Bat logo light up in the sky when the studio call
Movin' the crowd, get 'em loud without a gimmick
Spit with a golden ticket, I'm whippin' it up in minutes
My feet up in this game, you haven't even made a divot
Worried 'bout the critics, what's happenin' now, forget it
From my heart is where I give it, stay thinkin' 'bout the future
When I'm rich, I'ma call my mom before I call the movers
These haters just losers, hate to see you winnin'
Gave my all from the beginnin', I'm in it for extra innings
Here to change the world like I change clothes
Wouldn't mind a little bankroll, pesos
But I'm right here for way more
What is somebody if they can't love?
A hater, someone give 'em a hug
We here to change the world with this thing called rap
Homie, believin' is all that

The people think it's all about the fame
And the money and your status in the game
But it's deeper than all that
They just want the women and the cars
Gettin' high so they can chill with some stars
But it's deeper than all that
They thinkin' that it's all about the shows
And the chain hangin' down on your clothes
But it's deeper than all that
We here to change the world with this thing called rap
Homie, believin' is all that

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All This

We spendin' all this money, gettin' all this shine
Hittin' all this cuddi, spendin' all this time
I'm feelin' better than ever before (ever before)
This my life for better or for
All this money, gettin' all this shine
And it's all so funny 'cause it's all just mine
I'm feelin' better than ever before (ever before)
This my life for better or for worse (hey)

I'm lookin' out the window, the kid stayin' lit like a Zippo
You hatin', I don't trip, bro, it's gravy, 'cause your bitch know
Cup of Henny, I sip slow, the spins, yo
Hit the stage to bust a rhyme, call me Flipmode
This, that, the other, I'ma make it happen
Travel all around the country in a station wagon
Take it back, you reminisce on all your favorite classics
My words play more than Mad Libs
I got plenty lyrics, they got plenty ad-libs
Warn the holy spirit, my father's on some rap shit
Listenin' to Tribe, gettin' high, puffin' lye
See some people ridin' by, come outside, say what up
I ain't nothin' like a star, I'm chillin', layin' back
Travel round the whole world, enjoyin' everywhere I'm at
Meetin' different people, eatin' different food
No one like a gourmet meal more than Q though

We spendin' all this money, gettin' all this shine
Hittin' all this cuddi, spendin' all this time
I'm feelin' better than ever before (ever before)
This my life for better or for
All this money, gettin' all this shine
And it's all so funny 'cause it's all just mine
I'm feelin' better than ever before (ever before)
This my life for better or for worse

They feelin' kinda jealous, everybody be thinkin' that they was cool
Gettin' money since my mommy was droppin' me off at school
Now I got a whip to cruise in
You the Pirates so you losin'
I'm in the news, you let 'em bring your news in
I bowl strikes, you always leavin' a few pins
I do me, you keepin' up with them new trends
I got fam, you worried 'bout makin' new friends
I'm in my PJs, you had to wear your suit in
Thinkin' what I'll do? When? Where? How? Why me?
Relax myself, kick it like Tai Chi
You could find me, only where I'm at
There ain't no other me's, they be checkin' on my stats
High cat, find him up in a tree
Homie may be spittin' bars, he ain't f*ckin with me
I'm just turnin' up the heat to a hunnid degrees
Spittin' like I got a razor blade stuck to my teeth, hey

We spendin' all this money, gettin' all this shine
Hittin' all this cuddi, spendin' all this time
I'm feelin' better than ever before (ever before)
This my life for better or for
All this money, gettin' all this shine
And it's all so funny 'cause it's all just mine
I'm feelin' better than ever before (ever before)
This my life for better or for worse