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In your old man
Yeah, a one two, a one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
Uh uh nothin' but rhymes its quite

Hey its what I create to eliminate the
the night in the lightning
UFO sightings 'em unidentified
I be getting high
You ain't got no herbal I'ma lend you
Its Octagon call him young phenomenon
I leave rappers starving like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my holographic
Had to put my city on the map
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad then be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my family aint the
Hard flawless, trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a album
How much money do I got? I don't know who's
Fake muthafucka's round me I could do them
You keepin' it a hundred I use a thousand
I'm comin' now, call a
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the makin' hits call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a vibe for that awful
Why you sad all the
off a roof
While I'm it with Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me down that's futile ooh child
Supernatural message got you out
Believe in God but don't believe
Saying its the truth but never really
That's another though
Walking on the pavement find a way to go
Maybe one might take the word Frost
Blowin' out steam but its all
We comin' for dollars better call the cops
You want a war? we got a nuclear
Yo E how bars is that
Is it enough to these haters all heart attacks
I been on the paper
me carpal tunnel
Couple billion are they all gon' love you?
no, hell no
I be though the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my word its Velcro
On some shell toes, what yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda the internet over Hov's baby
My girl tell me Mac you a
I guarantee that baby be a hero
This ain't nothin' but rhymes from my mind
That stuck inside since the beginning of time
romance, slow dance with no pants
If I got my eyes on her you got no chance
This some simple shit I'm sure they
I'm just trying to explore whats
of the blues never liked school
Been miseducated so word to hill
Music is my walking through the polo store
In the studio wondering I go home for
In my own world when I the door
To the booth, and searching for the truth
Like that, like that, that, like that
And a little bit of this and a little bit of
I spit a rhyme tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
to me now, pass the flow around
Hey thats some cypher shit, I know you like that
Freestyle in the air go and that shit
I don't write bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And this is yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill those
up and and down Yoyo's
Head to ya
In the paint throwin'