Like Aaay!The Ill Spoken

[Intro: [?], Mac Miller, Beedie, Mac Miller & Beedie]
[?]
Y'all already know
Best in the biz, Rated R, Diggz
[?] doin' this shit for a minute
(Like ayy) Bob your head to the waves
Put your hands in the sky if you tryna get paid (How High: The Mixtape)
'Cause I know I is (Ill Spoken), Pittsburgh, PA, yeah, fa'sho I live
Haha, that's right, we ain't playin'
Best in the biz, [?].com shit
Carryin' the whole Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

[Chorus: Mac Miller, Beedie, Mac Miller & Beedie]
(Like ayy) Bob your head to the waves
Put your hands in the sky if you tryna get paid (Yeah)
'Cause I know I is, Pittsburgh, PA, yeah, fa'sho I live
(Like ayy) Bob your head to the waves
Throw your L's in the sky if tryna get blazed (Ha, yeah)
Yeah, fa'sho I is, on thе grind all day, man, you know my biz (Ayo, get 'em, Mac)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Beedie]
Crack a smile, y'all can see thе fangs
Vampire in deep pain, I'ma eat ya brain
I get bread, y'all fuckers might need a grain
Speak my name, scream in pain, bleed like rain (Yessir)
Game over, you lookin' but ain't supposed to
Cats'll get smacked tryna get some case closure
This ain't a court room, not a jury, a judge
"Oh, Mac, I heard he's a thug who be thirsty for blood" (Yup)
It's that nourishment, cuz, sip a forty, I'm buzzed
I'm a criminal, currently at war with the fuzz
They say, "I'm sure that he does smoke weed," I'm skeed (Yup)
Hittin' blunts [?] think I was Chinese (Chinese)
In my streets, people stay in packs (Like squares)
We roll deep, then we blaze and rap (Haha)
When we hittin' the streets, they rippin' up beats (Uh, yo)
I speak blades [?] listen to me [?] listen to me (Like ayy)

[Verse 2: Beedie]
You see, them kids be on a mission how they wishin' it be
With eyes closed, man, they [?]
Because they mentals in the prison, feel the [?] (What it is?)
So they can't make a decision without mentionin' me
What I'm fixin' to be, it's like I'm officially free (Ha)
'Cause, y'know, I'm sick of muhfuckas tryna get in my seat (Bitch)
I get up and speak, together we collectively ill
I climb high up in the sky, they can't wreck what we build (Uh-huh)
I just sit and chill, spittin' rhymes and it's freakin' real (Real)
Blowin' minds with no time for you Chicken Lil's (Haha)
My written's filled with the venom of a snake
Bouta rape mics, leavin' cowards wonderin', should they fight?
The hunger in my stomach, man, it's thunderin' to take bites (Take bites)
But I ain't with you takin' mines 'cause it ain't right (Nah)
So lay tight and just chill 'til we ready to pop
And when I come, y'all gon' beg me to stop

[Chorus: Mac Miller, Beedie, Mac Miller & Beedie]
(Like ayy) Bob your head to the waves
Put your hands in the sky if you tryna get paid (Yeah)
'Cause I know I is, Pittsburgh, PA, yeah, fa'sho I live
(Like ayy) Bob your head to the waves
Throw your L's in the sky if tryna get blazed (Ha, yeah)
Yeah, fa'sho I is, on the grind all day, man, you know my biz

[Verse 3: Mac Miller, Beedie, Mac Miller & Beedie]
(Like ayy, ayy) To the hip-hop hooray
We rollin' through your city in a hip-hop parade (What up?)
'Cause, cousin, yo, your time's up, it is not today (Uh-huh)
[?] to sit [?] watch him play [?] (Yo, yo, hey, look)
See, people try and say that we don't know about this hip-hop (Pssh)
"Pittsburgh City, it ain't nothin' but a pitstop, right?" (Ha, good luck)
Y'all need to come through and listen how the kid rock
Like, bow-with-the-bow-da-bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy (Uh, uh, uh), hey (Haha)
(Fucked up) Man, I had to tell 'em (Uh-huh)
I'm a felon, smackin' crabs [?] (What?)
And they ain't heard the last of us bastards
The Ill Spoken ain't just two cats that is rappers (No, we ain't)
'Cause we a team, tryna get us some cream
I know you seen us like the second that we step in the scene
'Cause when we step in the scene it's like a play-by-play (What?)
So watch me 'fore I come around, a way up in your face

[Chorus: Mac Miller, Beedie, Mac Miller & Beedie]
(Like ayy) Bob your head to the waves
Put your hands in the sky if you tryna get paid (Yeah)
'Cause I know I is, Pittsburgh, PA, yeah, fa'sho I live
(Like ayy) Bob your head to the waves
Throw your L's in the sky if tryna get blazed (Ha, yeah)
Yeah, fa'sho I is, on the grind all day, man, you know my biz

[Outro: Mac Miller & Beedie, [?]]
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