[Intro: [?] & Mac Miller]
It's them boys from the East Side again
Oh yeah
Eric
Yes, The Come Up
Got Mac Miller in the building too
Yeah, you already know

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Uh
Them 'Burgh boys back at it, always making that classic
Taste of that hash, you on your ass like a fat bitch
Sat on you while you was tryin' to fuck with some jumping jacks
Notre Dame, it hunch your back and you don't wanna fuck with that
Still I'm comin' back, tryna find my highest
We can chief and keep the peace while they gettin' violent
Sometimes, shit, I get a little childish
It's fine if I get drunk, I'm kinda Irish
Five season veteran, they cut you at the pilot
Most Dope knuckleheads, trust me, we the livest
Finest, ask me where I've been, I tell 'em, "Workin'"
I'ma do this 'til I'm fuckin' old as Kendrick Perkins
Doin' numbers, can't fake the news
Yes, we paid the dues to make major moves
Three dudes out the fuckin' East Side of the city
When the times gettin' pretty, we gon' ride 'til we [?]
[Chorus: [?]]
They say that we young and we don't know how to act
But we livin' that life, ain't no way we turnin' back
Could stash a whole million in this leather Louis sack
On a good day could blow it and then get it right back
Cash got the haters lookin' ugly, friends actin' funny
Groupies wanna lay-up 'cause we makin' that money
Critics wanna know what's next and what's comin'
More major moves for our crew to keep runnin'

[Verse 2: [?]]
Follow my moves, get an inside scoop of how we livin'
Could broadcast before [?] view in high definition
[?] put it on wax for you to blast through your system
Whatever's clever, just never say we ain't bringin' precision
Prison, the slay bars when we get into spittin'
Couldn't see myself sittin', though I'm thorough through a sentence
And my aura get accepted by freaks and the pretty women
My brother salute, I clout in and out of the city limits
Pity n***as who doubt us and grieve over us eatin'
They know who gettin' money, it's the trio from the East [?]
So keep ya secrets to yourself or let it be known
Y'all do a lot of talkin' solo, but never be home, gone
I'm prone with flirtin' heavy to meet dames
Pullin' college mommies to the tour bus with Sweet James
'Burgh is proof that the moves may be pivotal
Vibin' while Eric G got us soundin' so [?]
[Chorus: [?]]
They say that we young and we don't know how to act
But we livin' that life, ain't no way we turnin' back
Could stash a whole million in this leather Louis sack
On a good day could blow it and then get it right back
Cash got the haters lookin' ugly, friends actin' funny
Groupies wanna lay-up 'cause we makin' that money
Critics wanna know what's next and what's comin'
More major moves for our crew to keep runnin'

[Verse 3: [?]]
I still spit it for my n***as strugglin'
Wit' nuttin' in they dungarees but a couple cents
And some damn [?], you ain't seen this much hustlin'
Cash comin' in abundance like them stink bugs did
Shit on a rapper, there's a dookie chain
Most Dope clique, Most Dope since [?]
Chick with slim hips but her booty hang
Coochie game right, I'm whipped like Pootie Tang, heh
But enough with the jokes
Got the hunger of Pac-Man, ma'fucker, get ghost
And I hate every time I gotta crush a kid's hope
But this rap shit's a [?] cuttin' through soap, it's too easy
Heart of hip-hop, can't quit, nah, you need me
Pockets like your last single, it's too cheesy
Live with the Most Dope general
Ain't no subliminals, all this [?]
[Chorus: [?]]
They say that we young and we don't know how to act
But we livin' that life, ain't no way we turnin' back
Could stash a whole million in this leather Louis sack
On a good day could blow it and then get it right back
Cash got the haters lookin' ugly, friends actin' funny
Groupies wanna lay-up 'cause we makin' that money
Critics wanna know what's next and what's comin'
More major moves for our crew to keep runnin'