[Intro: Mac Miller]
Ayo, Brody
I don't think they stoppin' us right now (Uh), haha, uh

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Nothin' can stop me, I'm way too cocky (What?)
Turn you into chopped meat, in hockey, I'm Crosby (What?)
Sidney: All of y'all ain't fuckin' wit' me when I'm rackin'
'Cause you're, you Alex Ovechkin (Bitch), haha
And I'm all sorts of nice
You the type to get strangled by a cordless mic (Haha)
You think you buzzin', I ignore your hype
Freestylin' 'cause your ass can't afford to write (You're wack, haha)
And me, well, I do boast, but I'm too dope
Your whole crew chokes 'cause they know I chew most (Most)
Blue smoke and it's rolled in a cigar
Your girl wanna let me hit 'cause she know that I'm a star (Baby)
You wack and can't spit, trapped in sandpits
You scruffy as a mutt, rockin' hats with dandruff, ha
I rolled a whole zip, blow it in the air (Air)
I spit cancer, now you losin' all your hair (Hair)

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Yung Brody]
I stand strong, nothin' gon' stop me
We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat
We gon' blow, 'bout to let it go (Ayo, Brody, haha)
You need to let 'em know
I stand strong, nothin' gon' stop me
We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat
We gon' blow, 'bout to let it go ('Kay, ayo, Mac)
You need to let 'em know (Listen, I said)
[Verse 2: Yung Brody]
Cops tryna knock me, no one can stop me
N***as look a little sloppy, I'm swingin' like Rocky
Strapped like an armed robbery, I'm robbin' [?]
I'm arrogant, athlete, ride bitches like jockeys
Yeah, I'm quicker than fast, gettin' rid of this cash
Chopper in my hand just to split your fitted in half
I'm hungover, bent, plus a hundred percent
Nice Catholic boy, so I cooked your mother for lent
Rich n***a shit, yeah, like I'm listenin' to Gucci
Pop three shells, leave 'em fizzin' like a roofie
Man I'm just a [?]
And I'm comin' through next
Pushin' numbers like 1-800-COLLECT (Yes)
Yah

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Yung Brody]
I stand strong, nothin' gon' stop me
We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat
We gon' blow, 'bout to let it go (Ayo, Brody, haha)
You need to let 'em know
I stand strong, nothin' gon' stop me
We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat
We gon' blow, 'bout to let it go ('Kay, ayo, Mac)
You need to let 'em know