It’s Whatever Wit Me Palermo Stone (Ft. Franchise, J.O.B. & Mac Miller)

[Intro: Mac Miller]
Toronto's mixtape boss
[?]
Yeah, uh (Uh)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Franchise]
And we rappin' like, "Damn, that's the jam"
Bunch of homies with a L lit packed in the van (Packed in the van)
We 'bout to go to war like Iraq and Iran (Yup)
They see Mac, then they slappin' his hand (What's good?)
Pittsburgh spliff herb, twistin' up a Swisher
Dinner with a ho, then dessert (Dessert)
Takin' off that bitch shirt (Shirt), I'm a natural playa, uh
Spit crack, leave 'em itchin' like eczema
Made a kid bless this, packed to the exit (Exit)
Lookin' for the next bitch I'ma have some sex with (Ho)
Yes, shit is real, only rap I feel
Like whеn Gang Starr was all about the mass appeal (Uh-huh)
About the music, not thе deal, spittin' out the pay (Pay)
Which came first, kid, the chicken or the egg? (Egg)
I look around the spot for a bitch I'm gon' lay (Gon' lay)
Her boyfriend sees me and he quick to run away (Pussy)
Save your shit for another day, fuck what your mother say (Mother say)
Rollin' that fat double Dutch with haze, somethin' blaze (Uh-huh)
Josh, Fran, Tip be the sickest on the planet (Chyeah)
And my money chubby like Mantis (Haha)
Fuck, stop the panic, it's all gon' by alright (Alright, Mac)
Ayo, Fran, get on the mic (A'ight, let's go)