Songwriter: Mac Miller

[Intro: [?] & George W. Bush]
In Nashville, the president tried to keep up the pressure
There's an old saying in Tennessee—I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee—that says, fool me once... shame on... shame on you. Fool me—can't get fooled again

[Verse 1]
What's the matter, all your guns have a cold?
'Cause y'all be lettin' bullets run out like you blowin' your nose
You just a [?]
Family of four hits the floor with the [?]
I ain't hatin' on your duty, y'all some soldiers of war
Kids dyin' in the street, don't even know [?]
You've heard it before, victims hidden by the president
Invadin' countries for some weapons, missin' all the evidence
Imprison the prisoners, listen to [?]
Look at yourself, takin' orders from your minister
[?], you's a P.O.W
Ain't a real man if every death doesn't trouble you
George W., you just not learnin'
Brainwashed by the sermon, you thought you heard certain
One in a dozen, a cousin didn't have a choice
Wanted to go home, but they didn't let him have a voice
Say it was right, wanted to make him a wife
But the evil [?] people already takin' his life
So if ya takin' a stand, make sure that you can
And don't ever speak if you not raisin' your hand
[?] savin' his funds
Dreamin' 'bout the doctor, lawyer that one day he'd become
'Bout to be playin' with guns, they'd say it was dumb
How you supposed to hide when you got nowhere to run
It's a shame 'cause [?] would've been a great father
Why bother to [?] praise Allah
I oughta celebrate my cousin's memory
But who deserves a penalty in a fight without an enemy?

[Chorus]
We brothers in arms, we can't give a hand
I can't sit back and let it happen, livin' to stand
Takin' it on as my personal mission
Cry out for help, but ain't nobody listen

[Verse 2]
Kids dream about just bein' some thugs
But they just shrug when you ask them if they busted a slug
And now you dropped out of school 'cause you thought it was cool
Forgot that your crew never even shot at a dude
When you cocked up the Uzi, now you locked into juvie
Tryna imitate the gangsters that you saw in the movies
[?] and you still just a goonie
Tryna pull that if I don't move, you're gonna shoot me
Go ahead, do me in if that's how it has to happen
'Cause I'ma keep rappin' when the people stop clappin'
Stop askin' 'cause I'm hatin' not lovin'
You're nothin' if you're willin' to shoot down your own brother

[Verse 3]
I ain't tryna act like a modern prophet
I don't even give charity money out my pocket
The Glock? Nah, never cocked it
So drop it, haters need to stop it
Words seek your brain like a heat-seekin' rocket
I talk the talk as well as rock it
I speak from the heart, haters just mock it
Tryna reunite people like Pac did
God, is there a chance that you're there?
If you're listenin', will you please answer my prayers?
I know it's been a while since our last conversation
I think Satan's been givin' me temptation
It's your vocation to give me salvation
So please, can you help me with my current situation?
Since creation, my orientation
I've had the information, given aspiration
When can I expect the next resurrection?
I'm lookin' in the mirror, not seein' a reflection
So if you see Easy Mac, bless him
'Cause he's in need of protection

[Chorus]
We brothers in arms, but we can't give a hand
I can't sit back, let it happen, livin' to stand
Takin' it on as my personal mission
Cry out for help, but ain't nobody listen
We brothers in arms, but we can't give a hand
I can't sit back, let it happen, livin' to stand
Takin' it on as my personal mission
Cry out for help, but ain't nobody listen

[Outro]
Nobody listens, [?] affection
Comin' from both sides, changin' direction
I'm watchin' you other rappers like inspection
And then I'll trash you like garbage collection

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.