Mac Miller - Hater's Last Meal lyrics

Yo, check it, yo uh, yo
Aight, look (It's that good shit)
Let me just rap somethin' to how we
Do this on the East Coast
'Cause, I ain't fuckin' with the other shit
Look, look

On the east side, we ride on the weed high
Jackin' cats packin' fat stacks in
Their Levi's
Rap for scraps at crack shacks that we be by
Fee-fi, hear me comin' down where ya reside
Creepin'
Runnin' through ya house while ya sleepin'
No reason, hoes at Four Seasons
I'ma keep rhymin' 'til I
Die and stop breathin'
I'ma keep grindin' 'til my
Mind hit's the ceilin'
How ya not feelin', we stay dangerous
Major is to plagiarists gettin' paid for shit
This ain't a game to us
So don't play with us
Watch us combust while we kick it spontaneous
Judges favor us, they know we came to bust
Takin' candies from babies just
Like a stranger does
Parades in they names, ain't gon' rain for us
We real and rap while you
Lames stay changin' up
Guns aimed at us, we keep on keepin' on
Flee when the heat is on
Fiend when the weed is gone
Dream 'bout bein' gone
The easel that we bleed upon see the wrong
Ya hungry? We need to feed ya songs
Mac is nice with the appetite, I'm the cook
Ya shook
One too many pages taken from the book
Looked at crook, I stayed with the steel
And if I'm bein' ill
It's just the way that I feel
I say what is real
So you better hear it, fool
I'm a lyrical miracle, rap imperial (yeah)
Turn shit around like a steerin' wheel
I knocked you other rappers out
Now I'm here to kill
Everything you hear is real
Haters fuckin' fear the deal

Have you prepared for your last meal?
(I don't think you have, I
Don't think you have
I don't think you have)
Have you prepared for your last meal?
(I don't think you have, I don't think
You have, I don't think you have, homie)
(What?) Prepared for your last meal? (yeah)
Prepared for your last meal?
(Easy Mac, homie)
Prepared for your last meal?
(Straight killin' cats, yo)
Prepared for your last meal?
(Haha, lyrically)
Have you prepared for your last meal?
(Aight, look, look)

Around here, all we know is, "Please clutch"
Please teachers and preachers, I need Jesus
I ain't a Christian
Religion is a prison of superstitions
So listen when I'm spittin'
Sharp like circumcision (Ha)
Yeah, hear me on the mic, be like
"He's rough"
Get off my dick, you can suck on deez nuts
Ya need us, like mothers need to cook
Ya skeed and shook from the weed I took
So read a book maybe that will help you
To relax, ya passive, i'm massive
Like NASA and that bastard
But the only thing fat about me is my cash
I smash tracks on you, ass
So you should probably

Prepare for your last meal
Prepare for your last meal
Easy Mac is killin' cats, so you should
Prepare for last meal

Yeah, that's how it go down, homie
Have you prepared for your last meal?