Mac Miller, Beedie - Paid Dues (The Reunion) lyrics

Life changed since the old days
How it all used to be
The buffoonery, and dreams of buyin' jewelry
The class can't learn 'til a student teach
I gave a lecture, wrote a stupid speech
Back in the days, The Ill Spoken ridin' ATV's
Performin' on TV there at JPB
It was four years ago, seemed like so long
In the attic smokin'
Comin' up with dope songs
Never knew I'd be a star back then
I was tryin' to get money for a car back then
I just wanted to record back then
Never had a lot to do, we was bored back then
All them days at the
Shadow Lounge, sellin' tickets
Gettin' shows we was tryna tell the world we
Was the next to blow
Even beef with some dudes up in Canada
Had a little battle
Spit our bars in the camera


We stayed up late makin' mixtapes
That we gave out tryin' to get our name out
Doin' shows, no one knew us
They would boo us, knew that when we grew up
They'd be askin' for a verse
I'm blowin' back Dutches
Still got love for my dudes on rap mullet
Man that grind was tough
We wasn't gettin' far
Still rolled up to shows with more
Cars than people in attendance
Most of the people
They were people we was friends with
The best shit but, it got expensive when we
Couldn't sell tickets
Wasn't doin' much but tryin' to be the illest
At your crib smokin' weed and raps
Grindin' hard, 'cause music
We believed in that
We had some differences, yes
But for real we've been blessed
You the homie, man, I wish you the best

Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real
I remember way, way back in the days
Every aspect is vivid (The Ill Spoken)
Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real (Yuh)
Drop flows that is hot fa'sho (Ill Spoken)
I never thought that we would
Make it up this far (yeah, Beedie)

Life a times, that we recharge
Fresh out the weed jar
Run that bih like a seesaw (Haha)
Been three years since we dropped a song
Got me thinkin' 'bout them days
That we talkin' on
Stayin' up hella late 'til we passin' out
Just tryna face a 8th, Jimmy, pass the loud
At my mom's house, Point Breeze north south
Circle room smokin', yo
We blow the back porch out
Mac was still in high school while
I was at the day job
Afterward, we lingered for, attracted
To the stage, y'all
Most them cats hatin' too
Face who wanna face off
Stories like "Ayy, sup"
Boy, I'll tear your face off
From a fantasy your gettin' on
We had the Talent and Drive
Like we just can't go wrong
Can't forget our first video, from any raw
Quality was really raw
But them kids was really hard (Word)
We made it catchy, like we blockin' Gretzky
Nowadays you couldn't miss me like
The cost is risky dreams turn to business
Business turn to paper
Turn the pages of the book and
Watch us turn to somethin' major
And always puttin' labor
Even if they try to label us
With elements to change the game
Call the labels up
And we was naive probably got soy
Loadin' up business for the quality
From freestylin' with Niels to watching
You up on TV studyin' how it be though
You my mans
Seen a real up and down the starter
Second hand give me unique perspective on it
And when you signed with Rostrum
Made me realize this shit was
Real and I ain't lost
No bridge that I ain't crossin'
And we some kings, I'm mom's Capricorn
'Til the castle gone, we Ill Spoken

Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real
I remember way, way back in the days
Every aspect is vivid (The Ill Spoken)
Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real (Yuh)
Drop flows that is hot fa'sho (Ill Spoken)
I never thought that we would
Make it up this far