[Intro: Lip The Kid, Beedie & DJ Rated R]
Let's do this, 412, Pittsburgh (Yeah, The Ill Spoken; As we keep it movin')
It's that 412 music (Lip The Kid)
[Chorus: Lip The Kid, Beedie & EZ Mac]
It really doesn't matter if I ever sell (Yeah; Uh-huh)
I'll be your Mike, Michelangelo (Yeah), shit, rap's Raphael (Yeah)
Sculpture tracks from scratch, what ya think of that? (Yo, yo)
Fuck it, I don't give a fuck what you think of Mac
[Verse 1: EZ Mac]
So where the sky's [?] why you tap while they hidin' back
[?] cats, who lie in raps, sayin' that they lie in cash
You're kitchen service, flippin' burgers down at Mickey D's
I rap like lots of money, and they ain't sick of me
And typically, creativity is how you win, you hit the trees (PotentProduct.com)
Moms wanted A's and B's, not C's and D's
You rippin' when you spittin' 'cause I'm sittin' in the school
But y'all the fools, breakin' rules, prison isn't cool
Mistaken me for positive, I'm also 'bout the negatives
I don't get paid to spit, and if you front, then I'ma egg a bitch
I got a grave to dig, 'cause cats are tryna come enslave the kid
They wanna be the dude that help me on the route to make it big
And when I get the cash, they'll want everything I have
But, fuck it, they can keep it, takin' everything but rap
What you think of Mac, while I kick it back with my L
Yo, where Lip is at, Beedie? Spit some rap farewell
Let's do this, 412, Pittsburgh (Yeah, The Ill Spoken; As we keep it movin')
It's that 412 music (Lip The Kid)
[Chorus: Lip The Kid, Beedie & EZ Mac]
It really doesn't matter if I ever sell (Yeah; Uh-huh)
I'll be your Mike, Michelangelo (Yeah), shit, rap's Raphael (Yeah)
Sculpture tracks from scratch, what ya think of that? (Yo, yo)
Fuck it, I don't give a fuck what you think of Mac
[Verse 1: EZ Mac]
So where the sky's [?] why you tap while they hidin' back
[?] cats, who lie in raps, sayin' that they lie in cash
You're kitchen service, flippin' burgers down at Mickey D's
I rap like lots of money, and they ain't sick of me
And typically, creativity is how you win, you hit the trees (PotentProduct.com)
Moms wanted A's and B's, not C's and D's
You rippin' when you spittin' 'cause I'm sittin' in the school
But y'all the fools, breakin' rules, prison isn't cool
Mistaken me for positive, I'm also 'bout the negatives
I don't get paid to spit, and if you front, then I'ma egg a bitch
I got a grave to dig, 'cause cats are tryna come enslave the kid
They wanna be the dude that help me on the route to make it big
And when I get the cash, they'll want everything I have
But, fuck it, they can keep it, takin' everything but rap
What you think of Mac, while I kick it back with my L
Yo, where Lip is at, Beedie? Spit some rap farewell
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