[Intro: Mac Miller]
Hey, Pimp
Uh, uh, uh
What up, DJ Pimp?
The Ill Spoken
East End Empire
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania all the way to France
Let's go

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
It ain't nothin' to stunt when you rap like the kid do
Kick you in the face, taijutsu
Shit, you ain't smokin' like I'm smokin, boy, my piff's blue
High with my dogs while you posin' with some shih tzu
Not a issue, I'm goin' right past you
Flowin' like my cash do, y'all be eatin' cat food
The way I spit leave you still like a statue
Boy, I got nine lives like a cat do (Uh-huh)
Flow's nuts, call it cashew
The castle of Pittsburgh, twistin' miraculous killer (That bomb)
Up in Pittsburgh, down to France
With some honeys and they no pants
The big money, livin' like a king money
Dream 'bout what you like but don't take a thing from me
Tell your mommy, your auntie, and your uncle
I come with music, real smooth with that funk soul (Chyeah)
[Verse 2: Beedie]
Yeah, I move it like a trooper do
Two for two, dude for dude
Ain't nobody out who do this shit like I do
It's like I'm through with the Subaru
Honda Civic, not Pacific
Opposite of everybody hoppin' on my dick, I said it
Better slide, get inside before I set 'em aside
Let 'em slither on the grass like a snake, so sly
My brain so high, I just plane, float by
And I ain't got a chain, but my chain so fly
We the same old guys, you lame-o suckers
Heard we coming up in the game
You motha' fuckers mad at me
Don't be mad 'cause we better
I blast for the weight, faggots fast for the cheddar
But smashin' the haze, flash the light ask for Christ (Please)
I ain't goin' out without a massive fight (Nah)
You bastards bite what I spit on the mic
So, why you dudes trying to get up in my shoes?
I'm just livin' my life (It's my life)