Mac Miller — Haters Last Meal

[Intro] Yo, check it, yo Uh, yo Aight, look (It's that good shit) Let me just rap somethin' to how we do this on the East Coast 'Cause I ain't fuckin' with the other shit Look, look [Verse 1] On the east side, we ride on the weed high Jackin' cats packin' fat stacks in their Levi's Rap for scraps at crack shacks that we be by Fee-fi, hear me comin' down where ya reside, creepin' Runnin' through ya house while ya sleepin' No reason, hoes at Four Seasons I'ma keep rhymin' 'til I die and stop breathin' I'ma keep grindin' 'til my mind hits the ceilin' How ya not feelin', we stay dangerous Major is to plagiarists gettin' paid for shit This ain't a game to us, so don't play with us Watch us combust while we kick it spontaneous Judges favor us, they know we came to bust Takin' candies from babies just like a stranger does Parades in they names, ain't gon' rain for us We real and rap while you lames stay changin' up Guns aimed at us, we keep on keepin' on Flee when the heat is on, fiend when the weed is gone Dream 'bout bein' gone, the easel that we bleed upon see the wrong Ya hungry? We need to feed ya songs Mac is nice with the appetite, I'm the cook Ya shook, one too many pages taken from the book Looked at crook, I stayed with the steel And if I'm bein' ill, it's just the way that I feel I say what is real So you better hear it, fool I'm a lyrical miracle, rap imperial (Yeah) Turn shit around like a steerin' wheel I knocked you other rappers out, now I'm here to kill Everything you hear is real, haters fuckin' fear the deal [Chorus 1] Have you prepared for your last meal? (I don't think you have, I don't think you have, I don't think you have) Have you prepared for your last meal? (I don't think you have, I don't think you have, I don't think you have, homie) (What?) Prepared for your last meal? (Yeah) Prepared for your last meal? (Easy Mac, homie) Prepared for your last meal? (Straight killin' cats, yo) Prepared for your last meal? (Haha, lyrically) Have you prepared for your last meal? (Aight, look, look) [Verse 2] Around here, all we know is, "Please clutch" Please teachers and preachers, I need Jesus I ain't a Christian, religion is a prison of superstitions So listen when I'm spittin' sharp like circumcision (Ha) Yeah, hear me on the mic, be like, "He's rough" Get off my dick, you can suck on deez nuts Ya need us, like mothers need to cook Ya skeed and shook from the weed I took, so read a book Maybe that will help you to relax, ya passive, I'm massive Like NASA and that bastard But the only thing fat about me is my cash I smash tracks on you, ass, so you should probably... [Chorus 2] Prepare for your last meal, prepare for your last meal Easy Mac is killin' cats, so you should Prepare for last meal [Outro] Yeah, that's how it go down, homie Have you prepared for your last meal?