Mac Miller — Paid Dues The Reunion

[Intro: Mac Miller] Uh, The Ill Spoken 2008 shit Hahaha, we had to take it back B.DuBB and Easy Mac, haha [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Life changed since the old days, how it all used to be The buffoonery, and dreams of buyin' jewelry The class can't learn 'til a student teach I gave a lecture, wrote a stupid speech Back in the days, The Ill Spoken ridin' ATV's Performin' on TV there at JPB It was four years ago, seemed like so long In the attic smokin', comin' up with dope songs Never knew I'd be a star back then I was tryin' to get money for a car back then I just wanted to record back then Never had a lot to do, we was bored back then All them days at the Shadow Lounge, sellin' tickets, gettin' shows We was tryna tell the world we was the next to blow Even beef with some dudes up in Canada Had a little battle, spit our bars in the camera We stayed up late makin' mixtapes That we gave out tryin' to get our name out Doin' shows, no one knew us They would boo us, knew that when we grew up They'd be askin' for a verse I'm blowin' back Dutches Still got love for my dudes on rap mullet Man that grind was tough, we wasn't gettin' far Still rolled up to shows with more cars than people in attendance Most of the people, they were people we was friends with The best shit but, it got expensive when we couldn't sell tickets Wasn't doin' much but tryin' to be the illest At your crib smokin' weed and raps Grindin' hard, 'cause music, we believed in that We had some differences, yes, but for real we've been blessed You the homie, man, I wish you the best [Chorus: Samples, Mac Miller & Beedie] Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this Kiss lips and spit the real I remember way, way back in the days Every aspect is vivid (The Ill Spoken) Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this Kiss lips and spit the real (Yuh) Drop flows that is hot fa'sho (Ill Spoken) I never thought that we would make it up this far (Yeah, Beedie) [Verse 2: Beedie] Life a times, that we recharge Fresh out the weed jar, run that bih like a seesaw (Haha) Been three years since we dropped a song Got me thinkin' 'bout them days that we talkin' on Stayin' up hella late 'til we passin' out Just tryna face a 8th, Jimmy, pass the loud At my mom's house, Point Breeze north south Circle room smokin', yo, we blow the back porch out Mac was still in high school while I was at the day job Afterward, we lingered for, attracted to the stage, y'all Most them cats hatin' too, face who wanna face off Stories like "Ayy, sup" Boy, I'll tear your face off From a fantasy your gettin' on We had the Talent and Drive, like we just can't go wrong Can't forget our first video, from any raw Quality was really raw But them kids was really hard (Word) We made it catchy, like we blockin' Gretzky Nowadays you couldn't miss me like the cost is risky Dreams turn to business, business turn to paper Turn the pages of the book and watch us turn to somethin' major And always puttin' labor, even if they try to label us With elements to change the game, call the labels up And we was naive probably got soy loadin' up business for the quality From freestylin' with Niels to watching you up on TV Studyin' how it be though You my mans, seen a real up and down the starter Second hand give me unique perspective on it And when you signed with Rostrum Made me realize this shit was real and I ain't lost No bridge that I ain't crossin' And we some kings, I'm mom's Capricorn 'Til the castle gone, we Ill Spoken [Chorus: Samples & Mac Miller] Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this Kiss lips and spit the real I remember way,way back in the days Every aspect is vivid (The Ill Spoken) Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this Kiss lips and spit the real (Yuh) Drop flows that is hot fa'sho (Ill Spoken) I never thought that we would make it up this far