Mac Miller, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Confessions of a Cash Register lyrics

Yeah, yeah (Check me out) That's right
(Check me out) yeah, yeah (ALC)
(Don P, Mac) uh
Yeah

All I got for these niggas
Is expletives and slugs
All I got for these bitches
Is big dick and drugs
Alcohol and guns, don't be scared
Now you got it, thug
Smart enough to chill the fuck out
Until it's time to dump
Release so much rage in such a short space
I'll put your face in your cornflakes
Mob-style you gave them Goma power, your
Honey want it, nigga, hold it down
Hood nigga, she love my style
I knocked the cat out, nigga
I'll pull a Lufthansa, nigga
Is that your bitch?
I took that back to the casa
I'm always pulling the heist
I can't help that bitches wanna
To know what that ride be
Like for just one night
I blow up mine and get low
There's too much dough out here to be broke
So I hit the curb and bend a
Few corners bumping this shit here
Turnt all the way up
Niggas getting robbed tonight
Let's be clear come up off of them things
A nigga gone die tonight, i leave you here
You give me your valuables, no funny moves
I swear

Uh, uh a man walked in with a smile on his
Face and a loaded 45 in his hand
(In his hand)
Told the clerk "Don’t move, I didn't come
Here to shoot, but I will
So you must understand" Bang!
Shots in the air, no time to
Waste, been doin' drugs all day
Now his mind erased (Gone)
Fuck the register, he better find the safe
Get the money, hit his homies up
And congregate (Uh, huh)
I need bread, my kid need to
Be fed, this is the recession
Going through depression (Whoa)
I ain't done sinning 'cause
I ain't done winning
(No) gotta be fucked up to
Make it to the top, where the money at?
I could be next to me, Death
In Venice, work at CVS
And one day you’ll manage (You'll manage)
Rejects, emotionally damaged, you kids
Need a shrink, let me call Rick Moranis
(Okay) want to get a crib in Atlantis
('lantis) knock a bitch out cold
She Rick Rambis (Whoa)
Tell Dorothy we ain't in Kansas
(No) livin' in this world
But we don't understand it (Whoa) no
Bullshit, you can't sell that
(Nope) all these kids who get held back (Yep)
My cup filled and my L fat, thinkin'
'we just want Dave Chappelle back'
Run and tell that
I’m coming through the function with
A too disgusting for discussion (Whoa)
Yep, that's Alchemist on production
Little bit Larry Fishy, it's nothing
(Haha) god vs man
(Man) lion vs lamb (Lamb) competition
Ain't shit (Ain't shit)
I'ma treat you all like my bitch
(My bitch) you can start
By sucking this dick! Biotch
Gunshot