[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Dealing with everybody's opinion, tryna to do me Only down one, I'm in the final shooting threes Like I don't give a fuck, music we fuck 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 When 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 got the time to 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 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 [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Word, I'm so sick with the verbs I use, the words that heal us They love how I 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 touring So gangsta, 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 wolfpack, hangover That Hen is not a friend, I'm on that Lagavulin Whatever substance, I abuse it like a Grown man You're not a kid no more, don't want to hold your hand And Four Loko make you shoulder-lean like a Dro fan Go ham, like Abraham readin' all the signs 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