[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Hey, microphone testing, testing You playin' 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've been spittin' flows since a kid was 6 years old And if you listen close I'll do this like some mismatched clothes It's whatever, put it together You never could be this clever I'm rocking the mic forever, you gonna stop me? never I'm cocky, because I love that you Rocky without the punches Hockey without the ice, and boxes without the lunches Flowin' like me knowin' and I got you mad, bitch Saw your boys are nothin' but just a-verage I ain't telling nobody how they should live their life I got my own shit to deal with so that just isn't right I'm just tryna to leave the crib, go out and live tonight Shit, fuck 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 fucking bitches Haha, just playin' with y'all Still in line waitin' for my name to get called Yeahh
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