[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
When I was just a little one (Uh-huh), I did sit still once
My cousins used to call me Hit-N-Run (Hit-N-Run)
I learned a lot from my homies and a lot from my fam
All my, all my peoples really made me who I am (Yup)
My grandma passed, I was savin' her a dance
I didn’t understand why I never got the chance (Why'd you take her?)
But if it's anything she taught me, never give up
My enemies is waitin’ for a slip-up (Nope)
So when I'm down, I get up (Get up)
Clock is tickin', it's either rap shit or a spot in prison (Uh-uh)
I ain't got no, got no time to spare
Seats is fillin' up, better find a chair (Find a chair)
Sugar-sweet rhymes from the finest pears
And a lot comin' for me 'cause the grind is there (Uh-huh)
Well, I just had a little piece of mind to share
Face-up on Times Square, it look fine there (Chyeah)
[Chorus: John Record & Mac Miller]
If you notice that I love it, then make way as I make somethin’ of it (And that’s the way it go down)
In due time (Mac Miller), in this grind
In a theater near you (The motherfuckin' Jukebox), I’ll be comin' soon (Class Clown comin' soon)
In a theater near you, I'll be comin’ soon (But I'ma get back up into the second verse for y'all)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
A'ight, what?
There's a lot of speculation on my future as it is
Am I for real or just a can on the computer for the kids? (Uh-huh)
Not a damn thing right now is buzzin' in the biz
In Pittsburgh, "Well, he nothin' next to Wiz" (Wiz)
I address the class with class, a class act, oh
That's Mac, only 'bout the facts
Rap gettin' littered on, I'm pickin' up the trash
And this track gettin' shitted on, spittin' out the ass
I got cruel intentions (Uh-huh), usin' weapons (Chyeah)
And you a piece of shit I just stepped in (Stepped in)
I still do it for the city, do it for my block
A movie in your mind, I do it for hip-hop
When I was just a little one (Uh-huh), I did sit still once
My cousins used to call me Hit-N-Run (Hit-N-Run)
I learned a lot from my homies and a lot from my fam
All my, all my peoples really made me who I am (Yup)
My grandma passed, I was savin' her a dance
I didn’t understand why I never got the chance (Why'd you take her?)
But if it's anything she taught me, never give up
My enemies is waitin’ for a slip-up (Nope)
So when I'm down, I get up (Get up)
Clock is tickin', it's either rap shit or a spot in prison (Uh-uh)
I ain't got no, got no time to spare
Seats is fillin' up, better find a chair (Find a chair)
Sugar-sweet rhymes from the finest pears
And a lot comin' for me 'cause the grind is there (Uh-huh)
Well, I just had a little piece of mind to share
Face-up on Times Square, it look fine there (Chyeah)
[Chorus: John Record & Mac Miller]
If you notice that I love it, then make way as I make somethin’ of it (And that’s the way it go down)
In due time (Mac Miller), in this grind
In a theater near you (The motherfuckin' Jukebox), I’ll be comin' soon (Class Clown comin' soon)
In a theater near you, I'll be comin’ soon (But I'ma get back up into the second verse for y'all)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
A'ight, what?
There's a lot of speculation on my future as it is
Am I for real or just a can on the computer for the kids? (Uh-huh)
Not a damn thing right now is buzzin' in the biz
In Pittsburgh, "Well, he nothin' next to Wiz" (Wiz)
I address the class with class, a class act, oh
That's Mac, only 'bout the facts
Rap gettin' littered on, I'm pickin' up the trash
And this track gettin' shitted on, spittin' out the ass
I got cruel intentions (Uh-huh), usin' weapons (Chyeah)
And you a piece of shit I just stepped in (Stepped in)
I still do it for the city, do it for my block
A movie in your mind, I do it for hip-hop
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