Verse 1: Mac Miller Hey, uhh with my backpack on as I dip from class If my mom see I'm gone she gonna kick my ass Hop in the whip and laugh, I got some piff to grab Then go and scoop TreeJ then sit and pass around the weed While we talk about life And all the different ways to get rich over night Shit, I think I'mma be a billionaire But, this life here ain't really fair I try and do my own thing Be a little different See Im just trying to spit about this life that Im living And if it was a game I be playing extra innings Never be the same trying to find out where I fit in Im in the sky, but I haven't found a limit So I'mma keep rising for another couple minutes Until I reach maximum altitude Himalayan mountain view, I get refreshed without a mountain dew They wonder bout this Malcolm dude Oh thats just my government name No Republican, you never see me running with lames I got the Most Dope with me from city, to city Looking for a spot to get tipsy Carry music that I Hussle like Nipsey The type of bars putting stones in your kidneys I think I found my passion Used to play sports now all I play is Madden Hey, I used to hoop like Okafor Now there's Henny bottles where all of my trophies were The boy's from the north, married to the speaker If you dont know me, it's nice to meet ya Haha yeah, hold up, hold up It was all a dream, I used to read Vibe magazine Picture myself right on the cover looking clean With some size 30 jeans, and a medium T You ain't fresh til it fit right, get like me! See he never tried to be a G Tricks is for kids, got them hidden in my sleeve Which cover my tattoos, oh yeah Script shit While this Earth stay spinning like a kickflip A misfit in this clique filled world Groupies tryin' to holla while im chilling with my girl Cause Im All That, no nickelodeon Address the class when I'm standing at the podium They don't belive me, guess im the only one See this path gets slippery, petroleum jelly Sitting by the tele watching movies I be Up In The Air, no George Clooney Killing em softly with The Fugees Walking in the party like I own the place, "Who's he?" Somebody answer that, you seem them stand and clap The boy got presents like Santa's bag Just some mother fucking kids(x2) Tryna do it big, get it how we live Just some mother fucking kids