Mac Miller, Beedie - Crooklyn Dodgers lyrics

Ayo, Crooklyn Dodgers, dirtier
Than Brooklyn water, haha
Yeah, let me get that hit, yo
Ay yo,  I'm faded now, dog
Let me get into this shit (Listen)

Ayo,  I spit shit from the tip of my tongue
(yeah) and hit spliffs as if they was hit
From my lungs gettin' skeed
Throwin' more trees than fit in the blunt
But, I keep movin' 'cause there's
Shit to get done (Done, yeah)
I'm philosophical, but logical
Kid is so phenomenal
Been blazed, turn the page to my chronicle
So chronic just like a burden (yeah)
Step to my cypher and I'm
Certain that it's curtains
Rolled a Dutchie and sparked a tree (Yup)
It ain't hard for me
(Yup) flow is an art for me
So I'ma keep goin' 'til it's hard to breathe
I'm always blazin' arrows like it's archery
That's why I know it's is off for me (yeah)
I play my nemesis like Sega Genesis
And I never gave a fuck like celibates (Nah)
The fifth elements
You can never measure what my presence is
(Nope)

And my presence is with precedence
So you can go and question up the evidence
'cause we the effin' presidents (Haha, yup)
It's definite, we blessin' it
Cheffin' up the testament (Woo)
Bitch, I got a chest with an S in it
And what's up with that lil'
Ding in the background? (What is that?)
Come around my squad and get
Your niggas smacked down i clap clowns
Need they face painted with frowns (yeah)
Ran the whole circus out of the town
This my city
Spit it quick, got blink, velocity
And while my eyes chink I
Think while I'm sittin' (Well)
Music leak through your speakers
Hear the frequency (Yup)
With more water for your well
I'm the deepest sea speak to me
I got weed that leave you sleepily
See for me
You ain't chiefin' what you need to be

And we be puffin' many flavors
Stackin' up strawberry
Purple like a pack of Life Savers

Yo, I blaze piff 'til I stay lifted
'Til you know my whole day twisted
(Oh, yeah?) them kids way gifted

Let me play with 'em, shots rain
Strays hit 'em y'all bitches can't Play-Doh
I'm shape-shiftin' and in the battle
You'll feel real threatened
These rhymes in my mind
I call 'em concealed weapons
I've been in first, y'all are still second
Finna kick some shit, call me the real Tekken
(Yo, yo)

And real recognize real when we step in
We deafenin' your ears
You can hear clear reception (yeah)
We kickin' up numbers, why you tryna hate it?
'Cause we be stayin' in the mind
Stay high and sedated ('Cause, I'm faded)
We livin' in the Steel City
The pit's of the 'Burgh where
The shit is still gritty (412)
And I ain't claimin' killer
But some will really–
Where shit ain't all cool
But I feel a chill in me (yeah)

I aim for the custard
Lames will stay flustered
Bring pain to the game
I make your brain suffer
I'm Dave, y'all busters, this ain't a game
Ho (No)
I slang Dro, get more pussy than Bang Bros

And there it goes
Somethin' you can bump on a CD
But, you don't know about the king
You just wonder like Stevie
You can't see me
I appear like a magical genie
It's BDuBB and Easy Mac
But the Mackin' Ain't Easy (No it ain't)
Yeah
'Cause it's Easy Mac, Mackin' Ain't Easy, dog
(Haha) Easy and Beedie, what
You know 'bout that, yo?