Mac Miller, Beedie - Kick Push lyrics
[Mac Miller, Beedie - Kick Push lyrics]
Yeah, we some masters in this man!
Yeah, the rap master, back as your pastor
Rap faster and crack tracks like they plaster
Lyrically gas ya, I'm leavin’ mics shattered
Past disaster, onto the last chapter
Yeah, I lay back and chill
My day's wack but still save rap and ill
You think it's wack
Then why ain’t you battlin' it?
I spit, people like, "Am I imaginin' this?"
Yo, it seems you always on some average spit
Just some average kids
This is hazardous wit'
And as a matter of fact
You'll be mad at this shit quick hit's
Roll them blunts that be fat as ya chick
Yeah, me and Mac, we was born to win it
Sendin' y'all the raps
Leave you torn and finished
Your whole frame fucked up
And your form diminished
Passin' raps back and forth
Like a ball in tennis
Yeah, call me a chemist ’cause
I stay in the lab
The only tool in the school is
A pen and a ’pad and Chem as a class
(well) , ooh, that's a lil’ bit irrelevant
Writin' rhymes through the class
Boostin' my intelligence
Yo, I got a fetish for the fettuccine
The relish
Embellishin', several fellas is hellish
Elders are gettin’ jealous, they held us
But hell I'm in
Testing us when digestions gets the
Best of the fellow man
My kingdom is the limit
And my prison and I'm sick of it
It's Malcolm, not in the Middle kid, and yes
I'm sizzlin'
The kid that gets you the Dro, purp
But get him the dough first
Sit back, relax, and do my homework
Yo, and you ain't better than
The test of teachers we the best
And we dressed in the freshest sneakers
Ill kids, yeah
We still rip the best of pieces
And kill these haters for they aters
'cause the stress will eat us
'Cause they be bitin' us
Excitin' and repeat us (what)
Tryna wear the same pair of Nikes and Adidas
(dickriders)
It's a fact, copy-cats can't copy me
I play these cats
Fill they cash like the lottery
This rap shit, that's a part of me
Why you tryna come up in my sight
But tryna fight the kid that's ornery
You onto me if Easy Mac's who you wanna be
Then why you wanna crawl up all on top of me?
Yo, I fill 'em up in
A tight space like sodomy
Peoples be usin' their brothers
Like a commodity
The world's a lot colder than I thought it be
Held my ground as a child
But now I'm a prodigy
And you can blame it on
The rap music probably
I been wanting to make tapes
Since I was eight
Now I hustle and I make paper off of eights
I want everyone crumb of the
Cake that's on the plate, ayy
Kick Push as I set sail
Those aren't clouds in the sky
That's my exhale save the hate for the fakes
And the bathin' apes
'Cause we gon' roll by high
At the shady skates
Yo, Easy Mac gettin' back on some skate shit
Every time we rappin' on a track
We gettin' Ape shit
Face it, simple and plain, you gain basic
High up in the sky like a spaceship, spacious
Gimme couple words I can play wit'
Guarantee you wanna replay it, stay sit
You can't hate it, damn, we stay famous
Smoke a blunt to myself and
I call it a facelift
Yeah, these haters hatin' so strong
I can taste it
Makin' many claims but the game so basic
Y'all lames wanna hang on the same shit
Grow the fuck up, I won't pay no patience
So time better spent, my mind's on my money
Been on grind ever since
If cops come around, they gon' find evidence
They start tappin' phones
I'ma lie in the trench
Lay the fuck low, way the fuck low
Stay the fuck home
A hundred Gs, gotta pay the loan
They runnin' up in cribs, tryna take the cash
See, I would've thought a home
Be the safest stash (Uh)
The bacon hates with they racist ass
White boy, drivin' through
While he makes it past
Yeah, we ride by as I chug up the juice
Corrupt cops, tellin' lies
Fuckin' up the truth scratchin' the surface
Cops askin' what the purpose is
Well, officer
We ain't in need of your services
I got the weed, no seeds, yeah
The purple shit
Clown and fools like a circuses
You heard of it
I battle wack ass with the weapons of war
Sharp flows
And they hit you like you stabbin' the swords
I'm the mega, the lord
The legend still livin'
Reachin' heavin' still sinnin' the
Ill-written is still hittin'
Still sittin' on chickens, we here, ho
Bumpin' through your eardrums
Fuck up your earlobe (Ow)
Yeah yo, plus I have to be rich
So I'm takin' everything you got
I ain't askin' for shit
Yeah, me and B-D in the castle, we sit
We just kick back, relax and battlin' kids
Grab your seat belt and please
Start fastenin' it takin' you on some rides
We some masters in this
I propose a toast to those who came close
And those who oppose, floatin' the same boat
We gooder than good, and better than most
We just chill, hit kush
Kick push and then we coast
We kick, push, kick push, kick push
Kick push and coast
And that's the way we roll so if you rollin'
Up the blunt I can pack up a bowl
Then we can hit kush, hit kush, hit kush
Hit kush and float
And the way we go (I'm faded)
Yo, y'all hoes couldn't fade me though
So we kick, push, kick push, kick push
Kick push and coast
And that's the way we roll so if you rollin'
Up the blunt I can pack up a bowl
Then we can hit kush, hit kush, hit kush
Hit kush and float
And the way we go (I'm faded)
Yo, y'all hoes couldn't fade me though
And we kick, push, kick push, kick push
Kick push and coast
And that's the way we roll so if you rollin'
Up the blunt I can pack up a bowl
Yeah, the rap master, back as your pastor
Rap faster and crack tracks like they plaster
Lyrically gas ya, I'm leavin’ mics shattered
Past disaster, onto the last chapter
Yeah, I lay back and chill
My day's wack but still save rap and ill
You think it's wack
Then why ain’t you battlin' it?
I spit, people like, "Am I imaginin' this?"
Yo, it seems you always on some average spit
Just some average kids
This is hazardous wit'
And as a matter of fact
You'll be mad at this shit quick hit's
Roll them blunts that be fat as ya chick
Yeah, me and Mac, we was born to win it
Sendin' y'all the raps
Leave you torn and finished
Your whole frame fucked up
And your form diminished
Passin' raps back and forth
Like a ball in tennis
Yeah, call me a chemist ’cause
I stay in the lab
The only tool in the school is
A pen and a ’pad and Chem as a class
(well) , ooh, that's a lil’ bit irrelevant
Writin' rhymes through the class
Boostin' my intelligence
Yo, I got a fetish for the fettuccine
The relish
Embellishin', several fellas is hellish
Elders are gettin’ jealous, they held us
But hell I'm in
Testing us when digestions gets the
Best of the fellow man
My kingdom is the limit
And my prison and I'm sick of it
It's Malcolm, not in the Middle kid, and yes
I'm sizzlin'
The kid that gets you the Dro, purp
But get him the dough first
Sit back, relax, and do my homework
Yo, and you ain't better than
The test of teachers we the best
And we dressed in the freshest sneakers
Ill kids, yeah
We still rip the best of pieces
And kill these haters for they aters
'cause the stress will eat us
'Cause they be bitin' us
Excitin' and repeat us (what)
Tryna wear the same pair of Nikes and Adidas
(dickriders)
It's a fact, copy-cats can't copy me
I play these cats
Fill they cash like the lottery
This rap shit, that's a part of me
Why you tryna come up in my sight
But tryna fight the kid that's ornery
You onto me if Easy Mac's who you wanna be
Then why you wanna crawl up all on top of me?
Yo, I fill 'em up in
A tight space like sodomy
Peoples be usin' their brothers
Like a commodity
The world's a lot colder than I thought it be
Held my ground as a child
But now I'm a prodigy
And you can blame it on
The rap music probably
I been wanting to make tapes
Since I was eight
Now I hustle and I make paper off of eights
I want everyone crumb of the
Cake that's on the plate, ayy
Kick Push as I set sail
Those aren't clouds in the sky
That's my exhale save the hate for the fakes
And the bathin' apes
'Cause we gon' roll by high
At the shady skates
Yo, Easy Mac gettin' back on some skate shit
Every time we rappin' on a track
We gettin' Ape shit
Face it, simple and plain, you gain basic
High up in the sky like a spaceship, spacious
Gimme couple words I can play wit'
Guarantee you wanna replay it, stay sit
You can't hate it, damn, we stay famous
Smoke a blunt to myself and
I call it a facelift
Yeah, these haters hatin' so strong
I can taste it
Makin' many claims but the game so basic
Y'all lames wanna hang on the same shit
Grow the fuck up, I won't pay no patience
So time better spent, my mind's on my money
Been on grind ever since
If cops come around, they gon' find evidence
They start tappin' phones
I'ma lie in the trench
Lay the fuck low, way the fuck low
Stay the fuck home
A hundred Gs, gotta pay the loan
They runnin' up in cribs, tryna take the cash
See, I would've thought a home
Be the safest stash (Uh)
The bacon hates with they racist ass
White boy, drivin' through
While he makes it past
Yeah, we ride by as I chug up the juice
Corrupt cops, tellin' lies
Fuckin' up the truth scratchin' the surface
Cops askin' what the purpose is
Well, officer
We ain't in need of your services
I got the weed, no seeds, yeah
The purple shit
Clown and fools like a circuses
You heard of it
I battle wack ass with the weapons of war
Sharp flows
And they hit you like you stabbin' the swords
I'm the mega, the lord
The legend still livin'
Reachin' heavin' still sinnin' the
Ill-written is still hittin'
Still sittin' on chickens, we here, ho
Bumpin' through your eardrums
Fuck up your earlobe (Ow)
Yeah yo, plus I have to be rich
So I'm takin' everything you got
I ain't askin' for shit
Yeah, me and B-D in the castle, we sit
We just kick back, relax and battlin' kids
Grab your seat belt and please
Start fastenin' it takin' you on some rides
We some masters in this
I propose a toast to those who came close
And those who oppose, floatin' the same boat
We gooder than good, and better than most
We just chill, hit kush
Kick push and then we coast
We kick, push, kick push, kick push
Kick push and coast
And that's the way we roll so if you rollin'
Up the blunt I can pack up a bowl
Then we can hit kush, hit kush, hit kush
Hit kush and float
And the way we go (I'm faded)
Yo, y'all hoes couldn't fade me though
So we kick, push, kick push, kick push
Kick push and coast
And that's the way we roll so if you rollin'
Up the blunt I can pack up a bowl
Then we can hit kush, hit kush, hit kush
Hit kush and float
And the way we go (I'm faded)
Yo, y'all hoes couldn't fade me though
And we kick, push, kick push, kick push
Kick push and coast
And that's the way we roll so if you rollin'
Up the blunt I can pack up a bowl