[Mac Miller]
Dealin´ with everybody´s opinion, tryna do me
Only down one, I´m in the final, shootin´ threes
Like I don´t give a fuck, music, we fuck and switch the position up

We love the things that keep on bringin´ out the kids in us
Been workin´ all my life to do some different stuff
And people have the nerve to say I´m young and haven´t lived enough
I´m on the road, my girl so sad I´m gone
It´s hard when I can´t even find the time to call my mom
And she thinks I´m goin´ Hollywood, I guess she probably should
It seems like people see the bad and don´t acknowledge good
I feel the shade, but I can see the sun, I´m cool
I´ve got the time, but feel the need to run, a fool
Is what I´ve become, young and I´m dumb
Been spendin´ cake to get some bump in the trunk

Drums with a pump
Like some Reeboks, see me from the treetops
They worry, but they need not, heatin´ like a teapot
Now I think I´m cool ´cause I got a pair of shoes
And mo´ dough, a jacket with a Polo logo
My cup always filled with Henny, so no Fo´ Loko
But they should know, so
I could go slow
You see that I´m smooth now
Used to ignore me, they study what I do now
With some help from Kweli, and it´s Like on the Beat
It´s cool to say that my cypher complete

[Talib Kweli]
Word
I´m so sick with the verbs I use, the words that heal us

They love how we kill it on stage, man, Murder theaters
No wonder they call it a bunk, I sleep in a coffin
Dead tired, exhausted from how often I be tourin´
So gangsta, like the occupation of Made Men
Creatin´ chaos, my operation is Mayhem
The movie never stopped, the frame change over
We added Mac to the wolfpack, Hangover
That Hen is not a friend, I´m on that Lagavulin
Whatever substance, I abuse it like a grown man
You´re not a kid no more, no one to hold your hand
And Four Loko make your shoulder lean like a Dro fan
Go ham, like Abraham readin´ all the Psalms
Oh yeah, and don´t forget to call your moms
Same thing I told Bow Wow last year

Take care of the fam, ´cause it´s all we really have here