Nick Pratt, Mac Miller - Mac & Me lyrics

Uh yeah, hold up

Now tell me you ain't know it's me
Praise be, jump down and throw to the beat
Uh, hot potato champion, I'm holdin' the heat
And throwin' shots like the ones
Dirk throw at the Heat
Hold up but a nigga never lost it (Uh, uh)
Super fresh and I ain't even get
A chance to floss yet (Uh, uh)
Why I'm makin' boss steps?
(Uh, uh) tennis shoes
Referee kick me out the game
Testicular fortitude of
Southern rap slanger on the east coast
Been border proof
Movin' like the writing's on the wall
Tryna brawl
That niggas ain't tryna do it like I does it
'Cause, I does it like dopest, dog
I'm cookin' by the dozen like a
Crack cookies packaged up and shipped out
The flow on hydraulics, MTV
We finna trick out no ride pimpin'
(Uh, uh) , we just cash on delivery and got
The 808, high hat and the snare
And the brains of whoever was there
This shit's a massacre the
Driver and the passenger
Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock dyin'
Disastrous nigga, I'm hazardous
All I'm droppin' is toxic
And all my lil' mamas
I toss 'em like rice but they come back
They do their groupie thang because they
Think that I'm gonna run rap
Uh, but all I'm tryna do is shit on niggas
When I spit on the beat
It's soundin' like I spit on niggas
Uh, so disrespectful (Uh, huh)
Nigga, wipe your face off (yeah)
One with the rap world, nigga, like I'm Adolf
I'm out here gettin' to the
Money like I'm Bernie Madoff
Seventeen billion dollars, bitch, I made off
(Peace) uh, I'm, catch me if you can
I got these hoes runnin'
Like the Gingerbread Man
Got me summoned like I gotta go to court
As long as they've got my
Dollars, I'ma shut it down, of course
I be rappin' like I know somethin' (Uh, huh)
At the same time
I be steppin' like I'm on somethin'
(Alright) bitch, I'm killin' it every memory
Every step feel like an obstacle
Cut the umbilical cord on all that follow me
(Haha) callin' me "Father" (Uh, uh)

Mac slicker than Rick
And gettin' numbers in my phone with
A flick of the wrist trippin' with spit
Class need to pick up his sticks
Hittin' the spliffs
Filled to the tip with the piff
Ain't need to shit, yeah, you know it
Explosive rap doses
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (What?)
Cream like Hostess, skin color of a Twinkie
Try and take over the world like I was Pinky
(Uh, huh) pinky and the Brain
The shrink says I'm insane
Don't blink, I'm in the game
Haters whisperin' my name
Ring bells like a ding dong ditch
And bass hit's with a King Kong kick
I'm droppin' it heavily, incredible legacy
Ahead of me
Weed or ecstasy sends me to my destiny
Throwin' in the Hennessy, I'm faded and gone
Playin' the songs you never hear a DJ put on
(Nah) i bring it back like a replay or relay
So everybody's clear, no he say, she say
Poetry from, fresh like potpourri
Blowin' trees, O's and P's
All of y'all know it's me mac