Real Hip Hop

[Intro: Mac Miller] Hey, hey What up, Term? Uh-huh, uh-huh And it go like I'ma let the beat ride out for a little bit, you know what I mean? Just so y'all can feel what I'm feelin' Aight, now that we on the same page Aight, look [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Hey, hey We be makin' that classic shit, rappin' on some Statik hits Immaculate Mac a spaz and laughin' at all these average kids Be with the baddest bitch, style so miraculous Think you heard me spit, but you don't even know the half of it Keep it funky hungry like I need some money Cheeky so my speech is funny, own it like it's bees and honey Tweedle-dee and dummy, tryna take some G's up from me Yeah, they hate me but they love me, I be sillier than putty Motherfucker, y'all be shapeshiftin' Hate spittin', but with them wack bars Take pictures with eight bitches, boy, we some rap stars Used to fuck around and just kick it in my backyard Now I'm on the road, hittin' shows with some bad broads Me and Term be on that hip-hop shit Surprised this youngin here know what real hip-hop is Everybody here be like, "Oh, this my ish" Hey yo, Term, go and kick that shit [Verse 2: Termanology] Listen my mellow, the metal will turn you into jello Claimin' that you peddle with mettle but never in the ghetto Kill a fellow rapper, immaculate, never will I settle With a middle class budget 'cause, buddy, I get the cheddar Scrape up you amateurs, babble on when I batter ya Bakin' brownies with hash in 'em, bachelor who be smashin' them Gucci wallet attractin' 'em, hoochies always be flashin' them Loosies yo, I be stackin' 'em, so really I'm imaginin' The wax killer, with Mac Miller, my rap's iller Just ask Spitta for Curren$y, I'm a cash-getter I smash Twitter and Facebook, you straight shook I do a song with you, homie, and it's a great look My shotty handle is Armani, they all on me Call mami and twist her back out like origami I pour Johnny Walker in my cup Ever since a little pup, I knew me and Stat was gon' live it up [Scratch Hook: Statik Selektah] Sicker than your average, average Who's really the shit? 1-9-8-2. 1-9-9-2 Si-si-si—sicker than your average, average Who's really the shit? 1-9-8-2. 1-9-9-2 [Verse 3: Mac Miller & Termanology] I'm better than good, it sounds so now they mad, they hatin' on him Girlies be waitin', I'm skatin' a figure eight up on 'em Bitches be makin' me lemonade and cupcakes Now you on my dick, bitch, tell me how my nuts taste And we like, "Fuck Jake," tryna get this puff cake We bad boys for real, homie, you trunk space I'll put a body in a Maserati from the lottie (Hey) I'm packin' y'all in a Rottie mixed with the Dalai Lami (Hey, hey, hey) Hey, you mad I ain't as lame as you, eatin' beats like some Asian food Flowin' that's uncontainable, rooftop, amazin' view A million rappers in the game, but I'ma make it soon They spendin' money for me, now I'ma pay for you (Yo, yo, ayo) Squash you like a tomato do, burners while high will blaze at you My mami take the pillow and bite it when I be lacin' it It's undebateable, roll around with a hater crew Mac was born in '92 but he rhyme like he from '82 [Scratch Hook: Statik Selektah] Bars sicker than your average, average Who's really the shit? 1-9-8-2. 1-9-9-2 Si—, si—, si—, sicker than your average, average Who's really the shit? 1-9-8-2. 1-9-9-2 [Outro: Termanology] 1982, the album comin' soon Bitch