No Shots Murs & 9th Wonder (Ft. Choo Jackson, Franchise, Mac Miller & Vinny Radio)

[Intro: Mac Miller]
Yeah, yeah
Made a million off a logo with my thumb up
Y'all just gettin' in the game, 'cause you butt fuck
Woah, no shots, no shots
No, no
Hahaha, if I sing it's cool

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Yeah, I feel like I'm the messiah
A rebirth of creatures who bowin' to the most high
They knees hurt from prayin' to the "what's his face?", beggin' to be blessed
There's somethin' above me, I'm just the god of what's left, cut the check
I was gone for a year off the fructose
Contemplatin' puttin' fuckin' bullets in the suit coats, who knows?
Go duel with a wizard, wave a magic wand, turn summer into winter
I worship from warships, play PGA courses
Hit the AVN awards 'cause the porn chicks need more dick
I force fit, and put it in her body like a sword-smith
Have her eatin' E pills like corn chips, yeah
How you defeat a ma'fucker with some body armor?
Head shots turn him sweet and sour like an Arne Palmer
Dalai Lama holy as me
Got it locked, holdin' a key

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Vinny Radio]
(Yeah, yeah) No shots
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) No shots
No, no (Uh, uh, uh)