On Some Real Shit (100,000 Bars)

[Hook x2: Mac Miller]

I know you gotta feel this

I'm on some real shit,

I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit

I know you gotta feel this

I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit,

I'm on some real shit

[Verse: Mac Miller]

Pull the hoodie down

And take a look around

Sounds that shook a town

Man it feel good to smile

So I shouldn't frown

When the night is looking down

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who's the smoothest crook around?

Takin' some dollas

And makin' away from Impalas

Shakin' and jade cause they chasin' the face of a robber

Actin' goofy, absolutely

Cause my passion suits me

So blast the tunes please

I see the world with four eyes

Hip-hop tour guide

Hear the war cries: rap or die

I just wanna get signed

Drive a four door ride

Be more fly, 'till then I'll just soar by

With a wave

I'm a bad indicate

Sit back in the shade

While I'm passin' the haze

Misbehave and I'm a trouble-making teenager

Be prayful he doesn't favor to please haters

Seat taken, three turn Mayor

Gettin' re-elected just three terms later

Uh, I've seen greater days

So let the haters play their game

Dreams fade away when you make the predator the prey

The ace of spade can make it's way to save the day

But from the start a club of heart was diamond

Now I'm in Zion flying through the skyline

The game on my back I got 5 spines

Black cat with 9 lives, time flies

By so I got one life to loose it

But how will I use it?

Uhhh, I put it all in the music

Cause y'all pussies

Fold away before they hand the cards

Broke-ass rappin' now you Dancin' With The Stars

I'm handling these bars like a simple situation

Based on the cats who don't fit in the equation

Patience is a virtue but fuck it I want it now

Get my record deal ready put Diddy up on the dial like

"Hello, wassup Puffy

I'm on my grind and hungry

Throw me on the table they gonna love me, trust me"

Cause these older cats are gettin' a little rusty

It's time for a change like Barack said

And I don't care

Hip-hop is not dead

Spit hot lead but none of these haters get shot dead

They don't bother me

I'll leave them playing for my wife

Kick back have a laugh while you complainin' 'bout your life

"Grrr" you hate Mac and you say you gonna fight?

It's all good bro, you entertainment for tonight

Like I'm a be mad?

You hatin' cause I'm white

Do a lot a cryin' and leave pain out on the mic

Because overall I'm iller than you all

Y'all pussy

Never ever gone for it all

You scared of a little risky coaching call

What happened?

I thought you were the know-it-all?

I stay smokin' while haze got a potent smell

It take me back to kickin' raps back in Show-And-Tell

I wanted to show people, all of my bro's people

How to come up like: "Yo, I know people"

Dead Presidents, this doe evil

So lethal the police will want to beat you

Sit you down then have you run your mouth

Bring your mother out: Look what your son is now

[Laughs]

See my mom she know her son is well

The youngest child, she been through it for a while

Now I put 1 on the dial with a smile

Cause I'm wild, foul child style

Too focused on my grind don't ever catch an "f"

My hearts in it now even with five seconds left

I want the best won't settle for nothing less

And I always stay dressed in something fresh

So keep your head on strapped and show respect to the game

And that's what this beat messages my brain