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In your old man
Yeah, a one two, a one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
Uh uh but rhymes its quite simple

Hey its what I create to the hate
Illuminate the in the lightning
UFO leave 'em unidentified
Steady I be high
You ain't got no herbal I'ma lend you
Its Octagon call him young phenomenon
I these rappers starving like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my holographic
Had to put my on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad bitch be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my family aint the
Hard tricks flawless, trapeze
my life and put it in a photo album
How much money do I got? I don't know countin'
Fake round me I could do without them
You keepin' it a hundred I could use a
I'm now, call a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit makin' call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a for that awful mood
Why you sad all the
Jump off a
While I'm kicking it Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me down that's futile ooh child
Supernatural got you spooked out
Believe in God but believe religion
Saying its the truth but never listened
That's another conversation
on the pavement home find a way to go
Maybe one might take the word Frost
out steam but its all exhaust
We comin' for your dollars call the cops
You want a we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many is that
Is it enough to give these all heart attacks
I been writing on the
Gave me carpal
billion people are they all gon' love you?
Hell no, no
I be though the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my like its Velcro
On shell toes, what else yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda like the internet over baby
My girl tell me Mac you a
I guarantee that be a super hero
This ain't nothin' but comes from my mind
That been inside since the beginning of time
Chemical romance, dance with no pants
If I got my on her playa you got no chance
This simple shit I'm sure they fear
I'm just trying to explore real
of the blues never liked school
Been miseducated so word to hill
Music is my outlet walking through the store
In the studio wondering I go home for
In my own world I close the door
To the booth, and searching for the truth
Like that, like that, that, like that
And a little bit of this and a little bit of
I just spit a tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
Listen to me now, the flow around
Hey thats some shit, I know you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and write shit
I don't that bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, kill those flows
up and and down Yoyo's
Head to ya
In the throwin' bows