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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 but rhymes its quite simple

Hey its what I create to the hate
Illuminate the night in the
UFO sightings 'em unidentified
I be getting high
You got no herbal I'ma lend you mine
Its Octagon call him young phenomenon
I leave these rappers like its Ramadan
You are the my style holographic
Had to put my on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad bitch be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my family the Partrige
tricks flawless, trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a album
How much money do I got? I don't know countin'
Fake muthafucka's round me I could do without
You keepin' it a I could use a thousand
I'm now, call a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit makin' call me Doctor Luke
And you a vibe for that awful mood
Why you sad all the
off a roof
While I'm kicking it with and Posdnuos
Tryna put me down well that's futile ooh
Supernatural message got you out
Believe in God but don't religion
Saying its the truth but never really
another conversation though
Walking on the pavement home a way to go
Maybe one might take the word Frost
out steam but its all exhaust
We comin' for your dollars call the cops
You a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many is that
Is it enough to give haters all heart attacks
I been writing on the
Gave me carpal
Couple billion are they all gon' love you?
Hell no, no
I be grindin' though the rain, sleet, hail,
Sticking to my like its Velcro
On some shell toes, else yo
Dope shit, go
like the internet over Hov's baby
My tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that baby be a super
This ain't nothin' but comes from my mind
That been stuck inside since the of time
Chemical romance, slow dance with no
If I got my on her playa you got no chance
This some simple shit I'm sure they
I'm just trying to whats real
Child of the never liked school
Been so word to Lauran hill
is my outlet walking through the polo store
In the studio wondering what I go for
In my own when I close the door
To the booth, and searching for the truth
Like that, like that, that, like that
And a little bit of and a little bit of that
I just spit a tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
Listen to me now, pass the flow
Hey thats some cypher shit, I know you like shit
Freestyle in the air go and write that
I write that bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And this is yo
Mac Miller, kill those flows
Bouncing up and and Yoyo's
to ya toes
In the throwin' bows