Mac Miller, John Record - Why You After Me lyrics
[Mac Miller, John Record - Why You After Me lyrics]
It's real late on a Saturday night
Take you on a ride real quick, yeah
Let's take a stroll down the road
Of Hip-Hop in the past (Yup)
Don't miss a rap
Need to listen when I'm in the class grab a
(What?) pen and a pad (yeah)
And then I get mad
Hip-hop and I got history, we ended it bad
See, I was friends with her dad (What?)
The jazz, funky, soul shit as I gave birth
I realized I can't control Ms needy (Nope)
I'm askin' all these MC's to feed me
'Cause Hip-Hop took my life and money
Bitch is greedy
Why you after me?
And the game say, "Slow down, youngin
" and you say i gotta get away
Yeah, and then that man
Said to flow downtown, and you say
Fuck you, right?
I remember savin' quarters just to
Get a tape recorder i'm abstract, see
I seem to run away from borders
I ain't tryna be a slave to order
I'm movin' forward mary Jane my girl
So I gotta make some paper for her
My name is sorta cheesy but I do mack easy
It's a quick-serve meal with all these
Rappers that they feed me
For energy, money makin', melody rich
Gettin' green like a bundle
Of some celery sticks
I'm losin' my mind, payin' for my studio time
Yeah, the white kid on the corner, dog
Who knew he could rhyme?
They wonder what's influencin' my
Music that I make
My mind stay never lettin' time wait
I lie straight, and smoke heavily
Got no memory words I wrote cleverly over
These dope melodies
I'ma keep spittin' 'til I least broke seventy
And you could find me smokin'
L's with the elderly
Why you after me?
And the game say, "Slow down, youngin
" and you say yeah, and then that man
Said to flow downtown, and you say
Take you on a ride real quick, yeah
Let's take a stroll down the road
Of Hip-Hop in the past (Yup)
Don't miss a rap
Need to listen when I'm in the class grab a
(What?) pen and a pad (yeah)
And then I get mad
Hip-hop and I got history, we ended it bad
See, I was friends with her dad (What?)
The jazz, funky, soul shit as I gave birth
I realized I can't control Ms needy (Nope)
I'm askin' all these MC's to feed me
'Cause Hip-Hop took my life and money
Bitch is greedy
Why you after me?
And the game say, "Slow down, youngin
" and you say i gotta get away
Yeah, and then that man
Said to flow downtown, and you say
Fuck you, right?
I remember savin' quarters just to
Get a tape recorder i'm abstract, see
I seem to run away from borders
I ain't tryna be a slave to order
I'm movin' forward mary Jane my girl
So I gotta make some paper for her
My name is sorta cheesy but I do mack easy
It's a quick-serve meal with all these
Rappers that they feed me
For energy, money makin', melody rich
Gettin' green like a bundle
Of some celery sticks
I'm losin' my mind, payin' for my studio time
Yeah, the white kid on the corner, dog
Who knew he could rhyme?
They wonder what's influencin' my
Music that I make
My mind stay never lettin' time wait
I lie straight, and smoke heavily
Got no memory words I wrote cleverly over
These dope melodies
I'ma keep spittin' 'til I least broke seventy
And you could find me smokin'
L's with the elderly
Why you after me?
And the game say, "Slow down, youngin
" and you say yeah, and then that man
Said to flow downtown, and you say