Mac Miller — Face The Facts

[Intro] Hey, hey, hey (Just a display of rhyme skill, man, that's what it is) 92 'til infinity and beyond and beyond Aight, look (Muhfucker still rap, biatch) [Verse 1] Hey When I was fifteen, it was my dream to work with Preem He believe in what I do, so now he's makin' this beat And I'm writin' these rhymes, makin' sure that I kill it Shinin' like I'm acrylic, the government can't conceal it My style, they try to steal it, 'cause people startin' to feel it I'm goin' on these adventures, somethin' like on a field trip And now I'm growin' up, lookin' around this planet Some shit be goin' on and I just can't understand it No need to panic, gotta expand this (I, I, I) A million downloads, I'm takin' over your bandwidth Moments all candid: Kodak Reminisce and go back Life real good, want y'all to know that Don't have no deal and no half a mill Just on my Gang Starr shit with some Mass Appeal Go platinum independently, incredibly dope Ya need a telescope to come and get at me The naked eye could never see and label my identity They see my middle finger, shut the fuck up and let me be That's how it's always been and how it will be Filthy ass rhymes, makin' money, but I'm still me Flippin' the mics, spittin' this nice Never could get everything that I liked Now I can cop it no matter the price Fuck it, forget it, I'm rappin' for life Can't tell me shit, I got my own mind Six in the mornin': that's go time [Chorus] Face the facts, you got to understand, ain't no stoppin' me Face the facts, but all—all you gotta do is keep it real with a playa Face the facts, you got to understand, ain't no stoppin' me You know how the story goes And—and—and if you do what I do, then go and follow [Verse 2] Hey Had to take the beat and let it breathe, usin' up the oxygen The kid, he go and rock and there ain't nobody that stoppin' him Poppin' up, bars on bars, you see me stockin' up Workin' every second of the day is still not enough Not on that cocky stuff, want y'all to acknowledge us If you don't suck my dick, bitch, esophagus You probably just go all on the internet See a conversation, then you feel the need to interject I ain't finished yet, you don't think this kid a threat? I'm on a [?], ain't find me supervision yet You a MP3, I'm still in cassette, vintage yet Futuristic with some shit that split your deck My cadence complex, rhyme without a concept Atomic rhymes, you just a stupid fake bomb threat Six in the mornin' and I'm writin' these rhymes Workaholic, so you know that every night is a grind [Chorus] Face the facts, you got to understand, ain't no stoppin' me Face the facts, but all—all you gotta do is keep it real with a playa Face the—the facts, you got to understand, ain't no stoppin' me You know how the story goes And if—and if—and if you do what I do, then go and follow