Mac Miller — God Damn

(Intro) Yeah, yeah, ok, ok… You want raps? Alright, look… Yeah (Verse 1) Ok, back when I didn’t have the clout And a little hard liquor had me passing out I was acting out, blunts that we passed around I used to short a motherfucker on a half an ounce uh I was trying’ to take the faster route Cashin’ out to get up out of my daddy’s house But ask around, every time I’m back in town My city hold me down like the motherfucking Mayor, uh Oh yeah, that’s the bounce, the class is out So now it’s time to trash the house They, on my trail like a basset hound Let's play a little game of cat and mouse, track them down Who’s the class clown? Who’s laughing now? I’m getting high trying to catch a cloud Better not get involved, killing y’all raps is foul You might as well pick the casket out, dead motherfucker! I don’t see y’all, wouldn’t want to be y’all Recall, they some Majors feeling like tee ball A bunch of new motherfuckers and they got it But got it just won’t get it if it’s just nothing at all I’m a full-year veteran, better than I’ve ever been You think you’re sick? I got the god-damn medicine Lil’ homies say my name, everybody know I changed the game (Chorus) God, God, God Damn, (God Damn) God Damn (God Damn) Uh, God Damn (God Damn) Uh, God Damn (God Damn) God, God, God Damn, (God Damn) Uh, God Damn (God Damn) Uh, God Damn! (God Damn!) (Verse 2) Um... Said Why are you acting like a straight up bitch? Come to Pittsburgh homie, we don’t play that shit Real motherfuckers over there, young polar bear Colder than a frozen air, snowing at the local fair Bitch I’m a motherfucking monster, all I know is conquer Do you like Dahmer? oper-ate, I’m a doctor Phantom of the Opera, run your whole squad up Bang! Came back just to claim my spot You motherfuckers at the top really ain’t that hot Go ahead homie, take your shot, uh, you only get one shot! I bought a crib that I can’t afford Have a butt-naked bitch come and stay at my floor Go hard until I can’t no more All of y’all better plan for war Yeah, the flow water, washing out your whole roster Trying to take what’s mine just don’t bother I’ve built that, five hundred down, get a mil back Real rap, everything I do know I kill that I do this, it ain’t no joke, inhale got to taste that smoke You on Top because you ain’t that dope Kill yourself come and take this rope (Chorus) God, God, God Damn, (God Damn) God Damn (God Damn) Uh, God Damn (God Damn) Uh, God Damn (God Damn) God, God, God Damn, (God Damn) Uh, God Damn (God Damn) Uh, God Damn! (God Damn!) (Outro) *instrumental*