Released: June 1, 2009

Featuring: John Record

Songwriter: Mac Miller John Record

[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
I learned a lot from my homies and a lot from my fam
All my, all my peoples really made me who I am
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 there's anything she taught me, never give up
My enemies is waitin’ for a slip-up
So when I'm down, I get up (Get up)
Clock is tickin', it's either rap shit or it's [?] (Uh-huh)
I ain't got no, got no time to spare
Seats is fillin' up, better find a chair (Find a chair)
Used to [?] the rhymes for the finest pairs
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 (Cheah)

[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 ([?])
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]
Aight, 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"
I can dress [?]
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 cool intentions (Uh-huh), usin' weapons (Cheah)
And you use 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

[Chorus: John Record & Mac Miller]
If you notice that I love it, then make way as I make somethin' of it
In due time, in this grind ([?])
Near you, I'll be comin' soon (I do it for hip-hip)
In a theater near you, I'll be comin' soon (I do it for hip-hop)

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
One time
The kid Mac, he be spittin' somethin' special
And I'm ready, hear the whistles from the kettle (Yep)
Shootin' missiles out my pencil with my pedal to the metal (Metal)
Startin' every day with a bowl of Fruity Pebbles
[?] Things are never gon' change (Change)
Words released out this little thing I call my brain (Yep)
And you're all insane thinkin' I'm in class, 'cause I'm hatin' school
Breakin' rules, haven't been to school in a day or two
[?] 'Cause it's killin' me to study
It really isn't funny, seemin' sillier than putty (Haha)
[?] while I'm supposed to be in class (What?)
I pass grass to get a laugh, supposed to be in math
I'm an abstract, class-act cat with my hat back
Bitches holdin' onto blunts, better pass that
Gettin' high, findin' anything to laugh at (Haha)
'Cause we gon' take it to the top

[Chorus: John Record]
If you notice that I love it, then make way as I make somethin' of it
In due time, in this grind ([?])
Near you, I'll be comin' soon
In a theater near you, I'll be comin' soon

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.