I Hate Mac (Pittsburgh Player) lyrics

by

Mac Miller


(Intro)
I’m just gunna get right to it
Yeah
Okay
(And you know this man)

(Verse 1)
Yeah
Instigator, manipulator
I’m sick of favors
Been twistin vega’s, inhale it, and blow it in the air
Pittsburgh player, call me motherf*ckin Mayor Mac
City of them championships, b*tch I’m a take it back
I play with rap like a maniac in a Fanny pac
Chewing up all these rappers their egos could never handle that
Good careers vanish fast
How long do the panic last?
These b*tches lose their souls when the camera flash
I don’t react to bullsh*t
Them pus*y with the loose lips
Wonder how I do it
Keep the money comin fluent
There ain’t rеally nothin to it
I just do it how I do’s it
I ain’t focused on respect from еvery news clip
In the future they gon’ understand
You ever lost 100 grand?
Tryina be the f*ckin man?
Go back to selling nicks and dimes inside your mothers van
They understand it, they understand
And if they don’t cut them from the plan
(Bridge)
Ya
Ok
Ok-k-k-k-k-k-k
Ok-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k

(Verse 2)
Um
I was driving down the freeway on a high speed chase
To the the intrastate, I was f*cking wasted
Had to get away, they done seen the Pennsylvania plates anyway
Just copped a whole key, I wanna save it
b*tch I been a villain
Put my di*k in women
Taking penicillin
Just to kill all of the venom and them sexual diseases
And if they got the AIDS, I don’t change a f*cking thing
Ima cover up their face in f*ckin feces
The beast is off the leashes
Take a peak at one of many masterpieces
All you internet rappers get deleted
Repeat the magna fi(?)
You compete, my b*tches features
A secret I don’t keep her
We breathe the same sh*t, we different creatures tho
I’m michaealangelo
All you soldiers got your ammo low
Pictures on your camera phones
You with the feds?
Oh you a fed!
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