Maseo, Mac Miller - I Bring The Soul & He Brings The Funk lyrics

So much for one take, man hahaha
Aight, here we go haha, uh

Life crazy now, when did this happen?
I'll probably make your favorite
Rapper wanna quit rappin'
Bin Laden had me disappear, kid snatchin'
I know you sleepin' on me
Though and that's a kidnappin'
Collaboration is bringin' you fascination
I'm captivatin' my cadence and
Leadin' my generation
To the forefront, comin' through
Fuck it if the door shut
Girl put the team right on her back
Poor slut but wait a second
Not disrespectin' the women
I love 'em, I wanna hug 'em
They mad, I'm pushin' their buttons
She ugly, look like her cousin
So I ain't givin' her nothin'
End of discussion
Only the tens get sexual lovin'
My girl, come by the dozen
But the ain't what make me cooler
Got a eyepatch on me
I'm slick like I'm Rick the Ruler
So, this a crazy flow, let me slow it down
In here with Maseo
I'm givin' y'all the dopest style
Think you tough, huh? Oh, you a solider now?
I had these gangsters in here
Tryin' to get the down
Piss a motherfucker off is what's incredible
Most Dope army, I'm the muhfuckin' general

On the grind, sick of workin' a nine to five
Everybody say I look like I'm kinda high
Fuck it
You bring the soul and I'ma bring the funk
I need y'all to put your hands up
Fucked up, but I promise I'm fine to drive
I just came in here to
Tell you that I'm alive fuck it
You bring the soul and I'ma bring the funk
I need y'all to put your hands up

Ayo, pussy can't hold me
No one can control me
Punch you in the face like
I'm Sugar Shane Moseley
Rap boxer, yeah, I'm Math Hoffa
In-between a field of dreams
Word to Kevin Costner
Who you know that's iller than
Mac? Riddle me that
Still hungry for success
Here to give you the scraps
Talkin' all that shit
Get you kicked in the ass
Chardonnay, if I may
I'll be sippin' my glass
I hold the mic, slap you with my left hand
Tonight's the night, motherfucker
Word to Redman
Punchlines that'll make 'em say, "Ooh"
Ill for so long
You'da thought I caught the flu
Got simplified, sicker rhymes
Upside down, sixty-nine, twisted mind
Fartin' kid in class you had to sit behind
Bet your dime, pretty fly
Cruise right out of District 9
Pullin' all the honeys every time I
Go to kick a rhyme little guy, Marvin Wayne
Bitches to me all the same
Life is what I call a game to
Get up in the Hall of Fame
Fuck you, it's Christmas though
So you can kiss my fuckin'
Ass by the mistletoe

On the grind, sick of workin' a nine to five
Everybody say I look like I'm kinda high
Fuck it
You bring the soul and I'ma bring the funk
I need y'all to put your hands up
Fucked up, but I promise I'm fine to drive
I just came in here to
Tell you that I'm alive fuck it
You bring the soul and I'ma bring the funk
I need y'all to put your hands up

Put ya, put ya, said put yo' hands up
Yeah, in the spot, put yo' hands up
If you, think it's hot, put yo' hands up
If you, down to rock, put yo' hands up
Yeah, I hope Maseo likes this one, man
I just wanted to rap a little bit
Because that's what I do, motherfucker