[Casey Veggies] (We on tour right now) It´s Young Veggies right here You know what I´m sayin´? We in the studio (Yeah), Chi Town
I got my niggas with me (Ah yeah) I got my people with me (Ah yeah) Mac Meezy (My boy), Mikey watchin´ this shit too (???) You know I´m sayin´? (Swag, yeah, swag, swag, yeah, swag, swag, yeah, swag) Your swag´s shit (Yeah)
[Mac Miller] It go rock-a-bye baby What if I´m fuckin´ with my butterfly lady In the backseat of the ´Cedes, or the Saleen Somethin´ that I cop, made in the eighties I´ve been lost inside this puzzle Rearrangin´, keep on sayin´ I´m a goddamn fool Tell me, "Quit playin´," I´m like, "No can do" Been through this bullshit Actin´ foolish as a dude that´s hit with Cupid´s doings
Music is the key to everything I keep pursuin´ Bitches used to do the friend thing, now they ask me what I´m doin´ Tryna give me head before the show Go while I´m interviewin´ with a student newspaper Maybe with the radio Curb Your Enthusiasm, ho, the Larry David Show Was somethin´ that we probably watchin´ while we be gettin´ high Step aside if anybody think they lookin´ fresh as I am With my Daily Bread hoodie and a floral hat This shit these rappers talkin ´bout I´m gettin´ bored of that
[Mac Miller & Sir Michael Rocks] This, or that, and a wiffle ball bat
Make a million dollars, then I give it all back These rappers talkin´ shit when they shit is all wack (Ayy) Yeah, I said it on wax Yeah, I´m pullin´ stars from the sky Live large, get high Women lie, men lie, but we always fly At the end of the movie, dubs always cry (Michael) Pullin´ stars from the sky (Michael) Live large, get high
[Sir Michael Rocks] It´s all live, baby (Baby) Golded up like Tut, It make guys hate me (Uh) But I ain´t givin´ a fuck, I tell ´em, "Drive safely" How dare a man lift his hand at me like I´m gon´ flinch?
I´m not no bitch (Uh-uh) With the concreature concrete monuments (Monuments) ??? prolly pack his bag if he tryna trip Nick Bruno, Boldy James kinda shit It´s like The Godfather, y´all gotta honor this (Honor this) Tryna split the money up like communists (Okay) You should shake the person hand that put you on to this Hold up, that´s the swag you would kill for (Kill for) What the fuck you tryna chill for? (Wake up) Are you alive or a stillborn? ´Cause you really ain´t livin´ ´til you get yours Sky´s the limit, we could build doors Open ´em up, nothin´ gon´ be closed, I´m sure
[Sir Michael Rocks & Mac Miller] This, or that, and a wiffle ball bat Make a million dollars, and then give it all back These rappers talkin´ shit when they shit be all wack Yeah, I said it on wax We pullin´ stars out the sky Live large, get high Men lie, women lie, but we always fly At the end of the movie, dubs always cry Pullin´ stars out the sky Live large, get high, ha