Rapsody, Mac Miller - Blankin' Out lyrics

Rapsody
Billy blickity, blickity blank, blankin' out
Tryna get it warmer than the Cayman Isles
Like these Jordans they fought in
I got this many styles
That these niggas can't seem to file
Little league of my own
Like pitchin' off the mound
With boobs, fallopian tubes
These dudes gon' know me now i'm serial
Killin' at willin' and feelin' very proud
AP, I owe you and I ain't talkin' vowels
Huey P, double D, I swear it's the future now
Cold and I be pushin' this itish
To leave you all astound, brown
No Z, they know we holy
The illest boldy to point break in between
The new and all the goldies
Oldies that molded the many ways I flow it
Kickin' this itish
They catchin' like a goalie
Never dare, just like the police
Forever these niggas scared
They want no more beef
'Cause we killin' like reef
My flow is deep sea
Fire, retire, never these degrees
Press fire, the sire sweat and my heat team
Jamla the acaddy, coolie respect the seams
That we sewin', I guess I really go in
No dream
So they callin' me, now I glow with ring
Torchin' 'em with the torch I carry
Like Roman mortuaries
Dig it though like bury
I buried it and married it
And accept responsibility, no arrogance
Had a talk with my nigga, you know
Some therapy
'Cause Digga holla'd and she really
Seem to care for me rah Digga, what up?
Guess they darin' me, darin' me
Double darin' me
Pairin' me, I'm apparently narrowly
Ball from
'Barrassing, I'm embarrassin' merrily
All these niggas
Concentratin' on labors and bigger figures
Movin' up in this world, I hear they dig us
Dig it? Dig a class
Spazz on these niggas and
Have these niggas trippin'
Rewindin' my verse, hearse, I really kill it
Shout out to the ones in
Here who really feel it feel it, feel it
Like Dennis the Menace to the finish
Tryna carry on for my lineage
I know my flow is see me not, forever hot
Went in on the jawn without
Nothin' left to jot, rap
Mac Miller dear money, yes, I want you
Fuck it, girl, I need you
Is this the real world or
Is it just another preview?
Now in division one, started out in D2
Used to rock some baggy gear
Now I look like GQ
Meet me and they tell me that
They fuckin' with the movement
Would they still if I didn't
Have millions of YouTube hit's?
Dropout student, not stupid
Pure music, clean your ears like a Q Tip
Back on my bullshit
Spittin' what I know about
My people tryna party so we
Lookin' for an open house everyday kid shit
That's just how we like this
Your car cost a hundred grand
But my life is priceless
Can't put a price on talent
Surrounded like an Allen
Late night music like The
Roots and Jimmy Fallon first name Malcolm
That's on my birth certificate
Talkin' it, I'm livin' it
Thinkin' they gettin' sick of it
Wishin' that they could finish it, listenin'
Now they in the whip
Permission to get and spit
Sweeter than all this licorice
Weed crumbs on my passenger seat
New joint bein' smoked, better pass it to me
They notice how the boy tend
To spazz on a beat
Middle finger up to everybody laughin' at me
'Cause I'm doin' what I wanna do
Inhalin' marijuana fumes
Why you interested in the people
That I'm talkin' to?
Why you wanna call it quit's
'cause ain't nobody stoppin' you
You doin' what you gotta do
Need someone to sock it to
I give the news Ted Koppel do
This is somethin' easy, soft and smooth
So watch me move