LYRICS
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[Verse 1: Mac Miller]SkyzooEasy MacI love money, I love moneyYou take a buck from me, you doug funnyI said I love money, I love moneyYou take a buck from me, better duck dummyIm with my man Skyzoo, is the class clown of his high schoolDround you in typhoons, hittin' you with rhymes tooHaters keeps they eyes glued, pound if you my dudeWe stay high like Einstein's IQAnd ya'll muther fuckas know where I'm comin fromChewin' cats up, like a little peice of bubble gumTryin double sum's, hustle, wanna let my money runI ain't even battling dude, I'm having fun with itJokes make him feel wrong in his own skinSippin gin from a bin that's makin' my dome spinAnd your the type that'd try to take from your own kinFeel it close on your toes, hangin from clothes pinsI'm spittin blades, God damn it, my tooth hurtsI'm out feelin' with a bunch of cancerous tumorsYup, music's my baby, I ain't gonna, lose herSo I stay with the radio, like Cuba Gooding Junior[Hook]Who you think could bother me lyrically?In the middle of Alaska I bring the heatMy worst verse hot as your best ryhm, DamnThe pen game insaneWho you think could bother me lyrically?In the middle of Alaska I bring the heatMy worst verse hot as your best ryhm, DamnThe pen game insane[Verse 2: Skyzoo]I'm one drink away from everything you meant to sayLike I think he on the rise of what the kings madeAnd in the blink of an eye I'm on the kings pageBut no album, this is all for the mixtapesIn a different lane, no signs of road rage,Ain't no body over here to rage quit, so no gainsNo sleep, no retreat, no surrender, no apologies from meI'm the pen of the pennersI mean what I speak, so if I given you a sentenceThen it bez what it bez, nothing hit on the agendaYou leave it up to me, and you can divy up the teamPut your pride in end and I'm dismember your limbersThe harder the city, the starting point guard,That can play up to the fallSo the parts is all gone, no room on the benchAnd I got a no trade clause, so I'm here long haul no switchin[Hook][Verse 3: Mac Miller]Look, I rip mics to piece cook em or eat em rawI was bustin freestyles before I could read it allMCs just call me the monster in their mindthat haunt them all the timeAnd they thought if they could ryhm theycould make the situation a lil diffrent then the presentSee, I fucked this track, worried thought I got her pregnantI'm haulin ass, yall is whack, taking out the garbage trashDuckin from these sharks n crabs, giving MCs heart attacksIts yo boy Mac, damn Im great, and you guessed,no love like a man with aidsI feel you dancin gays with some hand grenades,drop bombs, remove your hands and legsAnd I pray dear Lord please give me the strenghthnot put these little stakes in their taint till they faintSuffocating, now you choke you a broke MC,now ain't nothing to do but smoke your weed like...[Hook]
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