Hater’s Last Meal Mac Miller

[Intro]
Yo, check it, yo
Uh, yo
Aight, look (It's that good shit)
Let me just rap somethin', tell you how we do this on the East Coast
'Cause I ain't fuckin' with the other shit
Look, look

[Verse 1]
On the east side, we ride on the weed high
Jackin' cats packin' fat stacks in their Levi's
Rap for scraps at crack shacks that we be by
Fee-fi, hear me comin' down where ya reside, creepin'
Runnin' through your house while you're sleepin'
No reason, hoes at Four Seasons
I'ma keep rhymin' 'til I die and stop breathin'
I'ma keep grindin' 'til my mind hits the ceilin'
How ya not feelin', we stay dangerous
Major is to plagiarists gettin' paid for shit
This ain't a game to us, so don't play with us
Watch us combust while we kick it spontaneous
Judges favor us, they know we came to bust
Takin' candies from babies just like a stranger does
Parades in their names, ain't gon' rain for us
We real and rap while you lames stay changin' up
Guns aimed at us, we keep on keepin' on
Flee when the heat is on, fiend when the weed is gone
Dream 'bout bein' gone, the easel that we bleed upon see the wrong
Ya hungry? We need to feed ya songs
Mac is nice with the appetite, I'm the cook
Ya shook, one too many pages taken from the book
Look, the crook, I stay with the steel
And if I'm bein' ill, it's just the way that I feel
I say what is real
So you better hear it, fool
I'm a lyrical miracle, rap imperial (Yeah)
Turn shit around like a steerin' wheel
I knocked you other rappers out, now I'm here to kill
Everything you hear is real, haters fuckin' fear the deal