Minutes after the news broke that Mac and his label, REMember Music, reached an agreement with Warner Bros. Records, he dropped this track with straight bars.
[Verse]
Yeah
It's the realness
City of the steel, where the films is
Bill shit, ballin' like a smaller Josh Childress
I'm in the buildin', swagger on a million
Ill shit, in my bitch pussy like a drill-bit
MILFs get hunted down, pussy age like fine wine
Busy ol' clock in the dark, hard to find time
Spittin' out iodine, rhymin' on advance
Finna burn ya, put the magnifyin' glass to all you ants
It's fire everywhere we go
Nobody watch you anymore, like Drew Carey shows
Comin' through your stereo, here to cause the chaos
Bitches throwin' bras on stage, hit 'em with paintballs, shit
"How'd you make out?"
Pretty good, got a mansion and a lakehouse
Millions off of PayPal, in the table at the steakhouse
Man, life is brilliant, militant, still the shit, killin' off civilians
All these white rappers, I'ma never meet my children
That don't go for everybody, just the obvious ones
I'm on the boat, 'bout to eat when this tilapia come
I put the cocaine away, I'm drinkin' coffee a bunch
So what you in it for? Pretty sure it's more than a hunch
Wrote the formula for defeat in the form of orderin' such
A warrior, I'm too much
Watchin' porn on a camcorder while I'm orderin' lunch
I give you more than enough, what?
The young heavyweight, rappin' on detonate
Reading Hemingway, I been a leader, not a lemming, better get it straight
Fuck the system, bitch, it's time for prison break
I been a great, shake it, got you fallin' just for timber's sake
And I ain't Justin Timberlake, but I ain't much intimidatin'
Waitin' patiently, like can't you see? This shit is innovation
Been creatin', standin' on the roof, I feel the shingles breakin'
I'm just spittin' raps and y'all be single-makin'
Unlock ankle bracelet, paper chasin', in the pussy, procreation
Grand slam, load the bases, in the zone, bring 'em home
Been around the globe, done a hundred thousand shows
Now I'm in album mode, everything I touch, it turn to valuable
Pittsburgh, pile of snow
Never gave a fuck about a slut, I pile-drive a ho
Wild lion, tiger flow
Expert rhymer, never will I tire with these firestones
You might as well retire, go and find a home
Just Some Raps, Nothing To See Here, Move Along was written by Mac Miller.
Just Some Raps, Nothing To See Here, Move Along was produced by Sap.
Mac Miller released Just Some Raps, Nothing To See Here, Move Along on Tue Oct 21 2014.