[Skit: Mac Miller & Domo Genesis]
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Drivin in the car, Sunday afternoon, chillin
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Who is comin up to my car? What?
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I know niggas think you white
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And you not bout to go in with these bars, my nigga (Uh)
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But that is not the truth (Okay)
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Word to God, I take another shot of Hennessy
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If you dont go in right now
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I need your fade right now, bruh
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What the fu—
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[Intro: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
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Okay (Yeah), okay (Woo)
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Yeah, the hustle continues, man (Okay)
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Yeah (Yous a wild motherfucker, Mac)
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[Chorus: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
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Said, this the music that make white people mad (Make em mad)
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Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out
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This the shit you dream about
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You can have the world, its up for grabs (Up for grabs)
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Leave with everything, cause everything is in the bag (In the bag)
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[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
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When I was younger, I was just a little wild motherfucker
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Tryna be like all the people on the television
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They had all the bitches that I wanted, all the cars and all the extras
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Anything money could buy, they was spendin millions (Cash)
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I was tryna get to pimpin, I was tryna blow up, talkin demolition
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That boy got the devil in him, swear he need a exorcism
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Im all by myself, got no competition
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Keep it real in a world thats filled with politicians
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You want to talk about your problems?
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Dont you wish the life you lived was motherfuckin awesome?
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Dont you wish you had all the pussy?
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Too much money you could spend?
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So you could get away and never see your shitty life again?
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[Chorus: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
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Said, this the music that make white people mad (Make em mad)
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Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out
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This the shit you dream about
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You can have the world, its up for grabs (Up for grabs)
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Leave with everything, cause everything is in the bag (In the bag)
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[Post-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Mac Miller]
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And we never done with this shit, here we come with that shit
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I aint stressin, I aint worried bout nothin, dont trip
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Its amazin all the shit that I be comin up with
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Shit is real, tell em chill, keep on bumpin my shit
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[Verse 2: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
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Yeah, all my life Ive been a fuck up, never did anything right
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Thats why every day Im fucked up, my mom pray to Jesus Christ (Jesus Christ)
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Askin somebody to save me (Somebody save that boy)
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But Im way too motherfuckin crazy (No one can save that boy)
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Yeah, all the kids is doin drugs (Drugs)
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They just want to break the law and find someone to fuck (They wanna find someone to fuck)
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Yeah, nobody doin as they told (Little bad-ass kids)
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Yeah, everyone out of control (Fuck it, thats just how it is)
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Im self made, dream came true, Im a miracle
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Every time I put my dick inside a bitch, its spiritual (Its holy)
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Got the whip that say “wealthy” on my steerin wheel (Brand new car)
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Brand new model bitch made me waffles and some cereal (Thank you)
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Thats what I call a good mornin (Uh-huh)
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Your mom work an extra job just to get you Jordans
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Just so you could show up at your school lookin fresh, sayin
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“I dont know bout you, but me, Im important” (Im so gorgeous)
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You got money in your pocket, you the shit (You the shit)
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You got everything you want and bitches on your dick (On your dick)
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Yeah, a couple grand got you feelin like the man
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Everybody walkin tall til they trip
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They just cut the check, you had to go and cop the whip (You cop a whip)
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Drive up to your exs crib and tell her she aint shit (She aint shit)
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Theres just somethin about the money, make a motherfucker crazy
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When I die, bury me in my Mercedes, goddamn
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[Chorus: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
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Said, this the music that make white people mad (Make em mad)
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Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out
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This the shit you dream about
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You can have the world, its up for grabs (Up for grabs)
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Leave with everything, cause everything is in the bag (In the bag)
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[Post-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Mac Miller]
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And we never done with this shit, here we come with that shit
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I aint stressin, I aint worried bout nothin, dont trip
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Its amazin all the shit that I be comin up with
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Shit is real, tell em chill, keep on bumpin my shit
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[Bridge: ScHoolboy Q & Mac Miller]
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Bumpin my shit
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Bumpin my shit
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Bumpin my shit
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Bumpin my shit
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[Skit: ScHoolboy Q & Mac Miller]
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*Knocking*
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Coming
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Ayy, open up, ayy *Door opening* Yeah, thats right
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Yeah, aight (Quincy, hi) Nigga, these niggas got me fucked up
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Who? Who do I gotta call? Who?
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Yeah, they got m—, yeah, nigga, Im fu—
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(Oh, we gonna take care of this right—)
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Listen to me, nigga cant park the car
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Nigga cant go to the store, nigga cant—
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(Tell me about it) Nigga cant text his homie on the phone no more
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I didnt talk about nigga, thats the ticket
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(Well, that is dangerous)
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Im like, “Nigga, I just got my Ls last week,” but anyway
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(You just got your license?)
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The niggas pulled me over (Yeah), asked me for my license and registration (Right)
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I give em my license and registration (As you should)
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Then he got the nerve to tell me I smell like weed (Pshh)
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Nigga, you asked for my license and registration
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Of course I smell like weed, nigga, I smoke weed
