1982, Mac Miller - '82 - '92 lyrics

Hey, hey what up, Term?
Uh, huh, uh huh and it go like
I'ma let the beat ride out for a little bit
You know what I mean?
Just so y'all can feel what I'm feelin'
Aight, now that we on the same page
Aight, look

Hey, hey we be makin' that classic shit
Rappin' on some Statik hit's
Immaculate Mac a spaz and laughin'
At all these average kids
Be with the baddest bitch
Style so miraculous think you heard me spit
But you don't even know the half of it
Keep it funky hungry like I need some money
Cheeky so my speech is funny
Own it like it's bees and honey
Tweedle dee and dummy
Tryna take some G's up from me
Yeah, they hate me but they love me
I be sillier than putty
Motherfucker, y'all be shapeshiftin'
Hate spittin', but with them wack bars
Take pictures with eight bitches, boy
We some rap stars
Used to fuck around and just
Kick it in my backyard now I'm on the road
Hittin' shows with some bad broads
Me and Term be on that Hip-Hop shit
Surprised this youngin here know
What real Hip-Hop is
Everybody here be like, "Oh, this my ish"
Hey yo, Term, go and kick that shit

Listen my mellow
The metal will turn you into jello
Claimin' that you peddle with mettle
But never in the ghetto
Kill a fellow rapper, immaculate
Never will I settle
With a middle class budget 'cause, buddy
I get the cheddar scrape up you amateurs
Babble on when I batter ya
Bakin' brownies with hash in 'em
Bachelor who be smashin' them
Gucci wallet attractin' 'em
Hoochies always be flashin' them
Loosies yo, I be stackin' 'em
So really I'm imaginin'
The wax killer, with Mac Miller
My rap's iller just ask Spitta for Curren$y
I'm a cash-getter
I smash Twitter and Facebook
You straight shook
I do a song with you, homie
And it's a great look
My shotty handle is Armani, they all on me
Call mami and twist her back out like origami
I pour Johnny Walker in my cup
Ever since a little pup
I knew me and Stat was gon' live it up

Sicker than your average, average
Who's really the shit? 1-9-8-2 1-9-9-2
Si-si-si sicker than your average, average
Who's really the shit? 1-9-8-2 1-9-9-2

I'm better than good, it sounds
So now they mad, they hatin' on him
Girlies be waitin'
I'm skatin' a figure eight up on 'em
Bitches be makin' me lemonade and cupcakes
Now you on my dick, bitch
Tell me how my nuts taste
And we like, "Fuck Jake
" tryna get this puff cake
We bad boys for real, homie, you trunk space
I'll put a body in a Maserati from the lottie
(Hey) i'm packin' y'all in a Rottie
Mixed with the Dalai Lami (Hey, hey hey)
Hey, you mad I ain't as lame as you
Eatin' beats like some Asian food
Flowin' that's uncontainable, rooftop
Amazin' view a million rappers in the game
But I'ma make it soon
They spendin' money for me
Now I'ma pay for you (Yo, yo, ayo)
Squash you like a tomato do
Burners while high will blaze at you
My mami take the pillow and bite
It when I be lacin' it it's undebateable
Roll around with a hater crew
Mac was born in '92 but he
Rhyme like he from '82

Bars sicker than your average, average
Who's really the shit? 1-9-8-2 1-9-9-2
Si, si, si, sicker than your average, average
Who's really the shit? 1-9-8-2 1-9-9-2