Mac Miller
Gotcha Opin
[Intro: [?], DJ Rated R & Beedie]
Just woke up
Can we give a shoutout? Upstate Boi (We smokin it; doin' it like this)
Y'all already know (Yeah, yeah)
Can we get Anwar, [?]? (Yeah, just woke up)
Can we get Richy Rich, OSB? (Ill Spoken, man; doin' it like this)
Ayo, big shout to Harley Hustle, man (How High, baby; yeah)
Let's wrap this shit up [?] (Haha)
(Ben Bradley) Stupid motherfuckers (Shoutout to [?])
Ayo (Let's take 'em back, let's go)

[Verse 1: Beedie]
Yeah, let's get it on, like [?] switch it to everlong (To everlong)
It's been a long time, but shit, I'ma get along
See, some cats nice, but some'll just spit it wrong
You see me, in a minute I'm gone, what I'm on
You got sweet hips, bitch, yeah, I lust for that (Lust for that)
But the music do me right, she never fussin' back (Fussin' back)
The game loves me, I love it back
I gets down with the sound all day, makin' love to tracks (Love to tracks)
Girl, I ain't tryna turn you down like that (Like that)
I just wanna bring it, bring it round out back (Out back)
The soundtrack smack, feel the bass drum thumpin'
Bump into the grind, and I'll dump it
It's pumpin' through my veins, that's somethin'
Runnin' when it's Russian
I could work a job or make a hundred dollars hustlin'
That's the choice that I make in this life I live
I wanna ball, fuck a wife and kids, know what I'm sayin'?
[Chorus: Beedie & EZ Mac]
We got ya open from the contact, back with a bomb track (Yo)
Shit that be blowin' y'all back
(Duck down) Duck down if you don't wander with me
You fuck around, then you done, tell the sucka MC's
(Duck down) Yeah, don't front, motherfucker, don't sleep
'Cause I'm probably gon' creep under covers (Haha)
(Duck down) Yeah, they heard the rest but they ain't heard us (Yo)
They heard the track, askin' how we get away with murder (Listen, yo, yo)

[Verse 2: EZ Mac]
Mac doesn't play, that's what they ask me to say
'Cause I've been rappin' since way, way back in the day
Infant me that be spittin' in my mom's stomach
Ooh, I be rollin' up Dutches, gettin' blunted (That's what's up)
I was summoned to this Earth with [?]
With dozens of blunts amongst a hundred different verses
Messin' with profession 'til I'm restin' in my casket (Yup)
Blessin' mics left and right, I'm rap's Shawn the Baptist
Gone from this hash, on some puff and puff and pass shit
Ayo, this blunt's cash, need to tell me where the ash is
Sweet, sweet memory, beat and the melody
Hip-hop is not defeatin' all my enemies
But, me and Beedie like Luigi and Mario
Growin' up, hip-hop bumpin' through the stereo
Look, what now? Haters need to duck down (Yup)
'Cause me and Beedie chillin', posted above the ground
[Chorus: Beedie & EZ Mac]
We got ya open from the contact, back with a bomb track
Shit that be blowin' y'all back
(Duck down) Duck down if you don't wander with me
You fuck around, then you done, tell the sucka MC's
(Duck down) Yeah, don't front, motherfucker, don't sleep
'Cause I'm probably gon' creep under covers
(Duck down) Yeah, they heard the rest but they ain't heard us
They heard the track, askin' how we get away with murder (Murder)

[Outro: Beedie]
But they ain't heard us
They heard the track, askin' how we get away with murder
Yeah, uh, haha
Yeah, man, DJ Diggz and Rated R
This is How High: The Mixtape, motherfuckers, ya heard? Ha
Beedie and EZ Mac, man, what you gon' do about it?
Yeah, what up, Fred Dog?
Peace to Big Will, Dollar Bill
Charlie [?], what up, man? Holdin' it down in Philly and shit
Shit, y'all don't know about the 'Burgh though, man
We comin' up, for real
Doin' what the fuck we do, ya heard?
What up? Ayo