Mac Miller — On Some Real Shit 100000 Bars

[Intro] I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit (Let's go) Check it out I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit (One time, one time) I know you gotta feel this (Your boy Mac) I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit (Let's go) [Verse] I pull my hoodie down and take a look around Sounds that shook a town, man, it feel good to smile So I shouldn't frown when the night is lookin' down Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the smoothest crook around? Takin' some dollars and makin' away from Impalas Shakin' the Jakes 'cause they chasin' the face of a robber Actin' goofy, absolutely 'Cause my passion suits me, so blast the tunes, please I see the world with four eyes, hip-hop tour guide Hear the war cries, rap or die Wanna get signed, drive a four-door ride Be more fly, 'til then I'll just soar by with a wave I'm a bat in the cave Sit back in the shade when I'm passin' the haze Misbehave, I'm a trouble-makin' teenager [?] to please haters Seat taker, three-term mayor Gettin' re-elected just three terms later, uh I've seen greater days, so let the haters play their game Dreams fade away when you make the predator the prey The ace of spades can make it's way to save the day But from the start a club of heart was diamond Now I'm in Zion flyin' through the skyline The game on my back, I got five spines Black cat with nine lives, time flies by So I got one life to lose it, but how will I use it? Uh I put it all in the music, 'cause y'all pussy Fold away before they hand you cards Broke-ass rapper, now you dancin' with the stars I'm handlin' these bars like a simple situation Bassin' on them cats who don't fit in the equation Patience is a virtue, but fuck it, I want it now Get my record deal ready, get Diddy up on the dial Hello. what's up, Puffy? I'm on my grind and hungry Throw me to the people, they gon' love me, trust me, ha 'Cause these older cats is gettin' a little rusty It's time for a change like Barack said And I don't care, hip-hop is not dead Spit hot lead, but none of these haters get shot dead They don't bother me, I'll even play 'em for my wife Kick back, have a laugh while you complain about your life Grr, you hate Mac and you say you gon' fight It's all good, bro, you entertainment for tonight Like I'ma be mad you hatin' 'cause I'm white Do a lot of cryin', lettin' pain out on the mic 'Cause overall I'm iller than most of y'all, y'all pussy Never ever goin' for it all, you scared of a little risky coachin' call What happened? I thought you was a know-it-all? I stay smokin' well, haze got a potent smell It take me back to kickin' raps back in show-and-tell I wanted to show people, all of my bro's peoples Have a dude come up like "Yo, I know people" The need for Dead Presidents, this dough evil So lethal, police'll always try to beat you Seat you down, try and have you run your mouth Bring your mother out, "Look what your son is now," haha See, my mom, she know her son is well The youngest child, she been through it for a while 9-1-1 on the dial with a smile 'Cause I'm wild, foul child style, haha Too focused on my grind to ever catch an "F" My heart in it, down eight with five seconds left I want the best, won't settle for nothin' less And I always stay dressed in somethin' fresh So keep your head on straight and show respect to the game And that's what this beat messaged my brain