’82 - ’92 1982 (Ft. Mac Miller)

[Intro: Mac Miller]
Hey, hey
What up, Term?
Uh-huh, uh-huh
And it go like
I'ma let the beat ride out for a little bit, you know what I mean?
Just so y'all can feel what I'm feelin'
Aight, now that we on the same page
Aight, look

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Hey, hey
We be makin' that classic shit, rappin' on some Statik hits
Immaculate Mac a spaz and laughin' at all these average kids
Be with the baddest bitch, style so miraculous
Think you heard me spit, but you don't even know the half of it
Keep it funky hungry like I need some money
Cheeky so my speech is funny, own it like it's bees and honey
Tweedle-dee and dummy, tryna take some G's up from me
Yeah, they hate me but they love me, I be sillier than putty
Motherfucker, y'all be shapeshiftin'
Hate spittin', but with them wack bars
Take pictures with eight bitches, boy, we some rap stars
Used to fuck around and just kick it in my backyard
Now I'm on the road, hittin' shows with some bad broads
Me and Term be on that hip-hop shit
Surprised this youngin here know what real hip-hop is
Everybody here be like, "Oh, this my ish"
Hey yo, Term, go and kick that shit