what if it does? It aint nothing to me, I'm who they comming to see So I aint giving a fuck. [Mac Miller] Maybe good shit happens, so what if it does
they comming to see So I ain't giving a fuck. [Mac Miller:] Maybe good shit happens, so what if it does? Baby the worst gonna come, sow what if it does
make way, me make way Oh no, me flow so dark and me hat so low Me never ever ask to become solo Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so cold (
my big homie, Ricky, nigga, yeah right Every minute that my heart pump blood Fuck what you heard, momma raised a fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what
MAC-1O chrome Gotta lick, we can hit, so bring your shit 'Cause once again, it's on to the dome with a fifth of (Burb) My wig to the curb, so we swerve
had, and I put it in rap If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat I wasn't born on purpose,
life not 'cuz religion But the fact was a nigga had dreams an visions Never listened to grown folks I did my own thang So mutha fuckin' what if it?s
was worth ten mill' I said, "Cool then it's a done deal" Went to the pad and grabbed the black ski-mask Put it on tight so nobody could see my ass So
high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!) Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes Meek Mill [Meek Mill
[Intro: Raekwon (man)] (Aiyo, Chef?) What up, my nigga? (Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word) It's $2.50, nigga, back the
Shaq man's in the arsenal, what's up like that Double XL in the nine-oh's kid, skillz to make mills Big up, Flava Unit, Funky Town, ya [unverified] large So
, so the fam was pretty slow when it came to rap and R&B and plenty more check it, if it wasn't on gospel, apostle or written in the Bible, then it go So
still ain't got no peace yet. So all you muthafuckas wanna know where I stand? Nigga I stand right next to my 'causezin E Mill nigga, you know what I'
dog. they've been asking. you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer [JR Writer] (CHORUS) To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, stugglers block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot jugglers Whats
want, muthafuckers When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's what Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut what It's the, the roc, the the, the roc It
bro, The real story about the mac, melph, and calio Chorus Second verse (lil' ya): Now I'm headed to the muthafuckin' mac, Stop at the black gate so
but qb's, Sit back like a fat cat and count nothin' but g's The first mill that I make-uh, buy alot of acres, Plant all my weed, nigga what'cha need?
