Released: March 23, 2011

Songwriter: Mac Miller

Producer: Hannibal King

[Intro]
I tell her, "Baby, don't be scared"
Yeah, baby, don't be scared
Now lil' mama, don't be scared
Listen, shorty, don't be scared
Tell her, "Baby, don't be scared"
Lil' mama, don't be scared, don't be scared

[Verse 1]
Hey, I tell her, "Baby, don't be scared," the sign sayin', "Beware"
My room stay smokey, go outside for some clean air
All around the globe I see these bitches at my shows
Who invite me to their crib sayin' they twistin' up a O
Bunch of haters on the internet
Trust me, I ain't finished yet
I'ma take care of all of y'all like a Giga Pet
People say I'm dead, I tell 'em that they just ain't livin' yet
Excess weed, alcohol, hoes, and cigarettes
Hockey player money, now I'm gettin' checks
Dream come true (Come true)
I get my cake and eat it too
Spendin' all this money like, "Fuck it" (Uh-huh)
The Jew who never budget
It's just ya happy side that you are not in touch with
They knew I spit, didn't listen to me though
That's exactly why they called and I ain't pickin' up the phone (No)
My pops wanna retire, he can't back out
I'ma make a million dollars, take his ass out

[Interlude]
Hey
Ha, I know you feel me, right?
Make 'em say, "Ah, ah"

[Chorus]
I guess it's all for the money, power and success
Livin' life to the fullest, on pursuit of happiness, yes
You wanna hate it, be my guest
But you can't fuck with me when I'm at my best
They keep askin' me, "Why?", askin' me, "Why?", askin' me, "Why?"
"Is this you?" (Is this you?)
Yeah, it's me, you should know that, it's nothin' new
I just tell 'em that it's what I do, yeah, it's what I do (Aight, look)

[Verse 2]
I'm always smokin' in a non-smokin' room
We be soakin' up the fumes
Do the opposite of everything they hopin' that I'd do
I was local for a few until they noticed I'm the truth
Now they loadin' up to shoot, I'm in the open for your view
Not duckin' and dodge, and I tell 'em, "Fuck it, I'm walkin'"
And if they come with a problem, I'ma smile, tell 'em, "Go 'head"
You got no bread, worry what your ho said
Think about the dream that you chasin', don't lose focus
Progress, no stress, whatever happen, happen
I'm laughin' when we passin' 'cause my raps is bringin' cash in
I got a job, a career, I'm the talk of the year
Look at myself and I fog up the mirror
I'm hot and you not, you don't got what I brought
To the table, to the fans you just basic cable
Make this money, blow it all away
That's what the fuck I call a day

[Chorus]
I guess it's all for the money, power and success
Livin' life to the fullest, on pursuit of happiness, yes
You wanna hate it, be my guest
But you can't fuck with me when I'm at my best (Haha)
They keep askin' me, "Why?", askin' me, "Why?", askin' me, "Why?"
"Is this you?" (Is this you?; uh-huh)
Yeah, it's me, you should know that, it's nothin' new
I just tell 'em that it's what I do, yeah, it's what I do

[Outro]
What? And it's the best day ever, haha
This that jazzy shit
Hey, Jerm, this that jazzy shit, brah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, it go on, it go on, it go on, it go on, it go on
Hey, hey, it go on, it go on, it go on, it go on
'Til the end of the song
Muhfucka, need to light up your bong
Then I'm gone, and you far
Bitch, why don't you hop up in my car?
We could take a ride to the stars in a spaceship
Me and you could get wasted...

Mac Miller

Malcolm James McCormick (Jan. 19, 1992 – Sept. 7, 2018), who performed as Mac Miller, was an American rapper and producer from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Since releasing his first mixtape at just 15 years old, he became one of the leaders of the new school of young and highly talented “weirdos.”

Mac’s credibility in the rap game increased ten-fold and resulted in a slew of quality releases, including 2012’s Macadelic mixtape, his second studio album Watching Movies With The Sound Off, and his critically-acclaimed 2014 mixtape Faces.

He had multiple alter-egos, most notably his producer alias Larry Fisherman and his sick and twisted pitched-up persona (à la Quasimoto,) Delusional Thomas.