Boaz, Mac Miller - Everything lyrics

Uh, what up,?
Been sittin' here in the studio, man
Thinkin' 'bout all the hours we
Put up in this motherfucker
All the sweat I got in this mic, you heard?
Motherfuckers' phones ringin' and shit, haha
Keep fuckin' up the set
It was all worth it though

Yeah, okay, ordinary rapper
(Rapper) , ended up a superstar
Sittin' in the ghetto
Wishin' on that shootin' star
Order bottle service
(Huh) , we ain't gotta do the bar
Let's go hard tonight
(Night) , the same shit we gon' do tomorrow
Different city, different state
(Uh, huh) , bang out with real niggas
Every spot's a big estate
You gotta feel nigga
Smashin' out in the Astin (Astin)
Gettin' head and not crashin' (Crashin')
Brown bag from '09, not spendin' bread
Just stashin' (What?)
Still gettin' that cash, nigga
Rap money more fast, nigga
Rollin' up that grass
I still smoke a joint 'til the ash with ya
But time's changed (Changed)
And people too (And people too)
I feel the same (I feel the same)
How it seem to you? (How it seem to you?)
I'm where the weather's nice
(Nice) , and the trees is blue (Blue)
Welcome to the life
(Life) , this a dream come true
Got the city goin' hard
'cause we all bubblin' (Bubblin')
Got the fans talkin' 'bout me
Way out in Dublin
(I don't even know where that's at)
Who you signin' with?
(Huh) When the album comin'? (Soon)
It's all a grind, cousin
I knew my time was comin' (It here now)
Poetical justice in unusual fashion
Let's get this established
This music my passion

It wasn't for the money or the fame (Nah)
But for the love of the game (Uh, huh)
They expect you to change (Uh, huh)
But when you grindin', shinin' ain't a thing
(Not at all)
But when you grindin', shinin' ain't a thing
(Not at all)
Now I'm sittin' at the party with pretty hoes
(Uh, huh)
Fresh from my head to my toes (Fresh)
Poppin' bottles of Roz (yeah)
Don't want for nothin', I got everything
(I got it all)
Don't want for nothin', I got everything
(I got it all)

Humble beginnings
I was dreamin' 'bout the superstardom
Money and women, give a fuck about women
My problems always in my own head
Started out with no bread
Kept my head up, got my bread up
Now I'm chillin'
Still, I hit the gas station
Passin' Jacksons to fiends
Go and buy me a blunt that
I packed with some weed
I remember all them days they
Would laugh at my dreams
Now when they look at what I'm doin'
They just have to believe
Uh, rappin' with my cast on
Broke my hand and hashed
Still I rapped like it's my last song
Passin' the hash
When they ask about the 'Burg, I tell 'em
"Listen to Bo"
Because them stories go way deeper
Than just bitches and hoes
Uh, stickin' to the program
Always on my own two
I always been my own man
There's nothin' that I won't do
To get this money, tempted by materials
I always dreamt I'd have that B
Emblem on my steerin' wheel
These rap motherfuckers funny though
A youngin with success tend to move
'em out they comfort zone
But fuck these hoes
I'm thinkin' 'bout some better things
Forget about that bullshit
The music becomes everything

It wasn't for the money or the fame
But for the love of the game
They expect you to change
But when you grindin', shinin' ain't a thing
But when you grindin', shinin' ain't a thing
Now I'm sittin' at the party with pretty hoes
Fresh from my head to my toes
Poppin' bottles of Roz
Don't want for nothin', I got everything
Don't want for nothin', I got everything

Yeah, now they see me all bossed up (yeah)
Bad hoes gettin' tossed up (yeah)
Chauffeurs pullin' cars up
(yeah) , push a button it starts up
I feel like I just landed
(Uh) , on a whole 'nother planet (yeah)
This money changes everything
These niggas don't understand it (Nah)
Got paintings on the wall now
My countertops is granite
I take it as a blessin', no
Never took it for granted (Nah)
This just how God planned it
(yeah) , these haters can't stand it (Nah)
Can't stop that if I wanted to
We ball out automatic (Huh)
Everything's top of the line
Shoppin' in Boca Raton
Ice on both of my arms, frames Versace design
But those are just material things
Can we rise beyond that to a spiritual plane?
(Let go) can I make million dollars
Without dealin' cocaine?
Wanna die a happy death
Without feelin' no pain
We hit the game like an asteroid
Name in the tabloids
Now go and get your money on
Little duffle bag boy as I roll up the stank
(Stank) and pour me a drank (Drank)
I'm laughin' at niggas
(Haha) , all the way to the bank (Go)
As I roll up the stank
(Roll up) , and pour me a drank (Pour up)
I'm just laughin' at bitches
(Haha) , all the way to the bank