Mac Miller — Funk Flex Freestyle

[Verse] Yeah Uh, eatin' shawarma, doin' drawings of Chewbacca Bumpin' Flocka, fuck the drama Marijuana been as calmin' as the fuckin' Dalai Lama Your style common as a little league sponsor from retarded kid's fathers I'm at meetings, shakin' hands and addin' commas to my net worth Talk about my money please, and feelings might just get hurt This the same effect and less words Chillin' with this asshole, he call himself Sweatshirt I think this might be some of my best work I let these bitches dive in, but it's head first Applyin' pressure when I put together letters I'm a king, I'm a myth, beat a bitch down with my scepter These Fendi treasures feelin' better than a million sweaters in Alaska Your raps are corny as Nebraska Lacksa-daisical bars, my throwaways will trash ya High as NASA on acetone Acid foam, talkin' trash like John McEnroe You a little bitch, it's what the fuckin' cabbage patch is fo' Watch me smack a ho Turn around and catapult up above my castle's moat Right into my fuckin' throne Yo, this man is dapper, manufactured in hell You candy rappers goddamn disasters, myself, I'm chillin' Clubhouse, I'm demandin' passwords so villains can't infiltrate This type of lifestyle that one simulates My bitch is great, had a dinner date with William Gates He took her to his big estate, the bitch flipped the safe Slid, escaped through the kitchen, bang, dipped it down the interstate Handed me the money, started suckin' me off This a full-blown virus, we don't fuck with a cough Made money off the white without touchin' the soft, I'm in there Million dollars, I been there, 'bout a few times Mulan, she on the futon, tryna do lines This coupe, I'm in, highway about a buck fifty Middle finger out the window, who wanna fuck with me? I told Dom's and Hodgy, "Stop poppin' molly" Tryna blow up and die: some real kamikazes Young fisherman sinkin' in Lake Michigan Innocence, voice of an angel, some Minnie Riperton Exquisite bitch, gettin' lit, live from the Wimbledon Still sinnin', this ill pimpin' is Bill Clinton She butt-naked swimmin', I'm payin' her no attention Workaholic, got a TV show I know you seen the crib, nasty since a youngin' mind Sanitary birth, watch a beat get buried in a hurst Yeah, I kill myself Mac hippie analog, you rap midi, turn the camera's off I made you snap and slap your bandana off Your bitch greet me like I'm Santa Clause, mouth wide I'm high as a satellite, see I'm in ancient Greece, gettin' head from Aphrodite Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whitey's actin' like me I set the bar high This a bizarre ride, word to Pharcyde In plaid pants, hit a hole-in-one on the par-five Eyes closed, drinkin' whiskey, let the car drive These hoes thirsty, see the dick and they large-eyed The rawest rapper, baby forehead autographer On top of Saturn, I'm sendin' shots from a rocket blaster Believe me, this is where geniuses live It's Most Dope, be holier than all of Jesus's kids But we speakin' to heathens and all of these Even Stevens who don't need a reason Just want a bitch they can feed with semen No need for sleepin', cheeba gon' keep me dreamin', I'm faded Been in Cali a little too long, it got me jaded Hit Japan and I'm Instagramin' camera shy samurais Fuckin' up a Jerm beat, teach you how to vandalize The bandana Santana tied My sound amplified Screams on Kennywood's Steel Phantom rides My pockets fat, still lookin' for some pants my size They over-analyze everything I fantasize We could have a conversation, we could pantomime Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine This life a prison, time to set you free Watchin' movies in silence, describin' what I see Word