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Mac Miller

Ready, Set, Start

 

Ready, Set, Start


Oh shit, here come the best part
Weapons from the Death Star
Putting metals through your Kevlar
Methods unorthodox
Due to the endorphins lost
I'm morphing to some sort of corpse
Don't snort the devil's nectar
It's hard drugs and memoirs
Don't fuck with shit except ours
The rest is lightweight
For Christ's sake, I'm knocking heads off
Depressed off the meds I acquired for my depressed pops
'Cause, I like the rush more
I'm Herman Blume— don't get crossed
Amongst the privileged pissing on groups of little kids
Littering, mobbing, ignorant, flicking off all the fed cars
It's young Reptar, dueling with the Templar
Where the wicked and the sins are
Getting head with the Benz parked
My repertoire of records broken, every single check large
Once you getting M's you start to question who your friends are
Yeah, from out the dark the million men march
Ready, set, start (Ready, set, start)

Okay, said
The music secular, I'm giving bitches dental work
Let the homies get a turn, man, them hoes just never learn
Some meth to burn and a connect that's 'bout to get some sherm
Tryna get so faded I forget that I was ever born (Yeah)
You new rappers is all the lil' homies
I need a bitch that sip 40's and keep the pistol for me
I'm finna O.D., I know it, I need to slow down my dosage
The money hitting my phone but I don't answer, I'm loaded
See, I give a bitch the stale face
Good dick and a band-aid
That ass got a address, I come early like a tailgate
Painkillers before the liquor at a snail's pace
I treat the world like it's jail bait (Fuck it)
Yeah
And I am not your enemy
But I bring the devil that's tempting me
Do not fear your ignorance, the open mind is infinite
I escape this prison, fit in better where the sinners live
I'm dealing with urges emerging from dark places
I try to hide 'em though
Lies I hide behind keep reminding me I'ma die alone
Higher than I can handle, my mind is scrambled, I'm tweaking
What do I believe in? All my dreams turn into demons and they thirsty
It's seven thirty, try my best to hurry
Victims don't get the mercy, nuttier than Eddie Murphy
Tardy to the party, now it's common knowledge
I'm a fucking problem
Yeah
I chew this shit, God bless me
You will respect me
It's all good, I got the Based God to protect me
Been smoking less weed, meet my new friend Speed
I'ma fuck the world up 'til they forget me

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