Released: March 23, 2012

Featuring: Casey Veggies Joey Bada$$

Songwriter: Mac Miller Casey Veggies Joey Bada$$

Producer: Hannibal King

[Intro: Mac Miller]
Uh (Uh)
Macadelic
America

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I'm, in a room filled with holographic images
Path is limitless, death, well, that's ridiculous
I'ma live forever, 'cause a legend never die
See the world as simple, but complex in the design
I spent some time just thinkin'
Where did that get me? High, more drinkin'
Now my head empty, so can it last a couple minutes more?
Pain a funny thing when you can't figure out the source
Bear witness while I'm checkin' bitches off my hit list
Try to understand the fuckin' message I encrypted
Ancient, halucinatin' visions of utopia
Until I figure out that the perfect world a lonely one
Never hold my tongue, vocal as a loaded gun
And I'ma shoot somebody in the face if they too slow to run
Mac Miller, I'm the only one
But I'm the coldest one, this is pandemonium

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Got my middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split (Uh)
Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public (Yeah)
Welcome to America (Uh)
Motherfucker, welcome to America (Yeah)
My middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split (Uh)
Hands on my nuts while I'm wilin' out in public (Yeah)
Welcome to America (Uh)
Motherfucker, welcome to America (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Still, in a room filled with holographic images
Crushin' information into powder, then I'm sniffin' it
Directly to my head, never sleep or use my bed
Iller than the future death of you ingestin' Sudafed
Might head to Budapest just to get a Gucci vest
Hop into a jet, get some rest to diffuse the stress (Uh)
See, this is what I do the best
Nothin' that you got except the bullet gettin' through my chest
Save hard, a Braveheart, a warrior
I take part to stay far from coroners
I heard some corny words said about my music though
Talkin' all that shit, sound exactly like a groupie ho
Most Dope, got you hooked, yellin', "Rufio"
First you lose your mind, then you lose your soul
So what you talkin' about? Thinkin' you out of options
American born, impeccable form
Above and beyond, never the norm

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Got my middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split (Uh)
Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public (Yeah)
Welcome to America (Uh)
Motherfucker, welcome to America (Yeah)
My middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split (Uh)
Hands on my nuts while I'm wilin' out in public (Yeah)
Welcome to America (Uh)
Motherfucker, welcome to America (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
Yo chick live in Pittsburgh? Bet I steal her
Shout out my wigga Mac Miller, comin' up in a world full of killers
I'll be shaded up at the villa
With a girl that know what the deal is
Yeah, they know I come from the illest
City on the map, we don't know how to act, ah!
Realest young rap go-getters in America
Bad chicks get tossed around like the merry-go
CV and Mac Meezy takin' off on PJ's
We the future, so every night is a new day
Sittin' in the studio, chain on and my hat low
Young visionaries and we sellin' out the rap show
I can trigger the wave in my sleep
Name paved, I feel like I am engraved on the beat, ah!
Wake up shower, get paid and repeat
Spit one flow and got made on the streets
Welcome to the land where you never stay for free
Swag worth a mill, drop cast let it deal
Veggies

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Got my middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split (Uh)
Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public (Yeah)
Welcome to America (Uh)
Motherfucker, welcome to America (Yeah)
My middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split (Uh)
Hands on my nuts while I'm wilin' out in public (Yeah)
Welcome to America (Uh)
Motherfucker, welcome to America (Yeah)

[Verse 4: Joey Bada$$]
'Bout to drop hot shit, runnin' out of patience, niggas not sick
Rollin' up the dankest loud, plane goin' Mach 6
Rise to the top and topics change
To Glocks and the Stock Exchange
Now watch the price of life on the block drop, insane
You can't stop this reign, don't name-drop in vain
Inhale toxic flames from tropic strains, it's awkward, strange
Last week he was nothin', boxers stain
Now everybody love him and chicks offer top for fame
To the top I aim, testin' waters, so I've been afloat
No deal but flow so real, he been in the scopes
Sun got shine, now they say he shady, but he never dippin' though
Still facin' L's, you would think a nigga wins was low
What you think I'm in this for?
Won't stop 'til the nigga who invented dope
End the flow or behind bars, droppin' prison soap
Beggin' for forgiveness, but it's business though
I'm record spittin' Guinness flows
Got it up in sources, now he in the store

[Outro]

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.