Mac Miller — Nothing on Me

[Chorus] I hear these kids and they tryin' to spit But they sound so ass and I am the shit No, you got nothin' on me, boy (No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me) You got nothin' on me, boy (No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me) They tell they friends that they're gonna blow Once they on the stage, everybody go home No, you got nothin' on me, boy (No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me) You got nothin' on me, boy (No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me) [Verse 1] The youngin spittin' like tobacco, sharper than X-ACTO Knives, flow tighter than a lasso Louis shades on, my movie star shit Lookin' like I'm dressed for the fuckin' red carpet You look like your outfit from Target With a bitch that smell like a armpit Damn, that pussy stink, need to keep it clean Do it like a kids movie Homie, keep it G, PG-13, TV big screen Been gettin' money since the boy was fifteen But I spend it when I get it, Q wantin' me to save it But I tend to wanna blow it when I make it Used to drop verses in a dirty-ass basement Now I'm recordin' at places that Lil Wayne spit Shit, the future seem brighter than some neon Bitch, I'm just a dog tryna find a tree to pee on Infinity and beyond, beyond Thinkin' you can beat me? Dream on, dream on I'm so hard, got more bars than a damn jail yard You slow like them damn little snails are Now you in space with a star So just chill for a second, play the background Haha, it's time to make room for the class clown [Chorus] I hear these kids and they tryin' to spit But they sound so ass and I am the shit No, you got nothin' on me, boy (No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me) You got nothin' on me, boy (No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me) They tell they friends that they're gonna blow Once they on the stage, everybody go home No, you got nothin' on me, boy (No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me) You got nothin' on me, boy (I just wanna one-take it for ya, Jerm) (No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me; hey, look, uh) [Verse 2] Labelled as a young man, don't wanna get old Little thing called hip-hop stuck on my soul Bumpin' my shit comin' up to a show Well, it seems this youngin here lookin' like a pro Now I look fresh, but I always had hoes We the style, yeah, always had those Gone so long, now I'm comin' back home So many calls, gotta get another phone Just to deal with the day-to-day routine But I'll always make a little time to dream Come with me, you could learn a few things No, I'm good, don't need a mood ring Hey, hip-hop's little brother like Phonte Little league, no Danny Almonte Bomb haze got me risin' like Andre Chillin', countin' money with a couple of my hombres [Chorus] I hear these kids and they tryin' to spit But they sound so ass and I am the shit No, you got nothin' on me, boy (No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me) You got nothin' on me, boy (No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me) They tell they friends that they're gonna blow Once they on the stage, everybody go home No, you got nothin' on me, boy (No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me) You got nothin' on me, boy (No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me)