Mac Miller — Coffee Shop Freestyle

[Intro] Ha, yo, I just gotta laugh at this shit right here, yo, haha It's Easy Mac So blunt (Yeah), lemme just take a hit of that shit real quick (Oh, yeah) Yeah, [?] you feel me right now (Hahaha) Why don't you turn your speakers up in your car And pay real close attention to what I'm sayin' Aight, look, look, look [Verse] Lookin' fresh in a new pair of sneakers More colors than Easter, finest of the reefer Never on the vistas, I'm stickin' to the [?] Celebration weed, you can call that shit confetti Tastes like candy, call it Good & Plenty Fuck with my crowd, I'ma spray your hood with semi's Try and stop rappin', but God wouldn't let me My name stains your brain just so you won't forget me [?] fifties and a hundreds So much dough that I giggle every time you poke my stomach Yeah, so high, so blunted, and I'ma run it, ayy (Fuck it) In a bitch's mouth like a canker sore Get my nuts and I bounce, don't thank the whore I ain't from the south but I'm good with the ladies So much nut in her mouth, look like she got rabies Bitch crazy, wants to have my baby I ain't with that, fuck you, pay me I slang tree, and I blaze weed I stay skeed, eyes permanently lazy Yeah, you ain't half as cool, bitch Give me brains like you back at school, bitch Hat twisted back so you can see my name And you ain't know who I am but you can read my chain, yeah That's P.I.T., the flames And then I put my stick down like I beat the game I ain't see the lames, the lames is invisible And I am too invincible, it's all about that principle I shit on you like a pigeon do, gettin' rid of you Watch me flow if you wanna see what the kid can do Yeah, it's the king of the freestyle, crazy, I'm senile Money long, three miles, makes me smile, homie, we wild Sit back, relax, and just let it be, child Travel like a murderer, killer moves Ya mad at me just 'cause my skin's vanilla [?] I'm still the news, chill, I will improve Drugs, I will abuse I laugh at your ass, I'm way too cut-up On the coffee shop, way too fucked up Too high, I can touch the sky My mom knows her rap but she still wonder why I bring thunder, the [?] from down under Ha, like a video game, but really, you lame The Gat held, steady the aim, I'm ready as rain You mad 'cause they picked me instead of you lames Get some lead straight fed to your brain And then I'm sendin' ya chains, it is the end of the game