Mac Miller — Uhh Most Dope

[Intro] Most Dope, hey Andrew Lloyd, my fuckin' man Hey, uh [Verse 1] With my backpack on as I dip from class If my mom see I'm gone, she gon' kick my ass Hop in the whip and laugh, I got some piff to grab Then go and scoop TreeJ, then sit and pass around the weed While we talk about life and all the different ways to get rich overnight Shit, I think I'ma be a billionaire But, this life here ain't really fair I try to do my own thing, be a little different See, I'm just tryin' to spit about this life that I'm livin' And if it was a game, I be playin' extra innings Never be the same, tryin' to find out where I fit in, uh I'm in the sky, but I haven't found a limit So I'ma keep risin' for another couple minutes Until I reach maximum altitude, Himalayan mountain view I get refreshed without a Mountain Dew They wonder 'bout this Malcolm dude Oh, that's just my government name No Republican, you never see me runnin' with lames I got the Most Dope with me from city to city Lookin' for a spot to get tipsy Carry music that I Hussle like Nipsey The type of bars puttin' stones in your kidneys I think I found my passion Used to play sports, now all I play is Madden Hey, I used to hoop like Okafor Now there's Henny bottles where all of my trophies were The boy's from the north, married to the speaker If you don't know me, it's nice to meet ya [Interlude] Haha, yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up [Verse 2] It was all a dream, I used to read Vibe magazine Picture myself right on the cover lookin' clean With some size thirty jeans and a medium tee You ain't fresh 'til it fit right, get like me See, he never tried to be a G Tricks is for kids, got 'em hidden in my sleeve Which cover my tattoos, oh yeah, Script shit While this Earth stay spinnin' like a kickflip A misfit in this clique-filled world Groupies tryin' to holla while I'm chillin' with my girl 'Cause I'm all that, ha, no Nickelodeon Address the class when I'm standin' at the podium They don't believe me, guess I'm the only one See this path gets slippery, petroleum jelly Sittin' by the tele watchin' movies I be Up In The Air, no George Clooney Killin' 'em softly with The Fugees Walkin' in the party like I own the place, "Who's he?" Somebody answer that, you see them stand and clap The boy got presents like Santa's bag, haha [Outro] Just some motherfuckin' kids We just some motherfuckin' kids Tryna get it how we live, do it big Just some motherfuckin' kids We just some motherfuckin' kids Tryna do it big, get it how we live Homie, we the shit, ha-ha