Paid Dues (The Reunion) lyrics

[Intro: Mac Miller]
Uh, The Ill Spoken
2008 sh*t
Hahaha, we had to take it back
B.DuBB and Easy Mac, haha

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Life changed since the old days, how it all used to be
The buffoonery, and dreams of buyin' jewelry
The class can't learn 'til a student teach
I gave a lecture, wrote a stupid speech
Back in the days, The Ill Spoken ridin' ATV's
Performin' on TV there at JPB
It was four years ago, seemed like so long
In the attic smokin', comin' up with dope songs
Never knew I'd be a star back then
I was tryin' to get money for a car back then
I just wanted to record back then
Never had a lot to do, we was bored back then
All them days at the Shadow Lounge, sellin' tickets, gettin' shows
We was tryna tell the world we was the next to blow
Even beef with some dudes up in Canada
Had a little battle, spit our bars in the camera
We stayed up late makin' mixtapes
That we gave out tryin' to get our name out
Doin' shows, no one knew us
They would boo us, knew that when we grew up
They'd be askin' for a verse I'm blowin' back Dutches
Still got love for my dudes on rap mullet
Man that grind was tough, we wasn't gettin' far
Still rolled up to shows with more cars than people in attendance
Most of the people, they were people we was friends with
The best sh*t but, it got expensive when we couldn't sell tickets
Wasn't doin' much but tryin' to be the illest
At your crib smokin' weed and raps
Grindin' hard, 'cause music, we believed in that
We had some differences, yes, but for real we've been blessed
You the homie, man, I wish you the best
[Chorus: Samples, Mac Miller & Beedie]
Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real
I remember way, way back in the days
Every aspect is vivid (The Ill Spoken)
Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real (Yuh)
Drop flows that is hot fa'sho (Ill Spoken)
I never thought that we would make it up this far (Yeah, Beedie)

[Verse 2: Beedie]
Life a times, that we recharge
Fresh out the weed jar, run that bih like a seesaw (Haha)
Been three years since we dropped a song
Got me thinkin' 'bout them days that we talkin' on
Stayin' up hella late 'til we passin' out
Just tryna face a 8th, Jimmy, pass the loud
At my mom's house, Point Breeze north south
Circle room smokin', yo, we blow the back porch out
Mac was still in high school while I was at the day job
Afterward, we lingered for, attracted to the stage, y'all
Most them cats hatin' too, face who wanna face off
Stories like "Ayy, sup"
Boy, I'll tear your face off
From a fantasy your gettin' on
We had the Talent and Drive, like we just can't go wrong
Can't forget our first video, from any raw
Quality was really raw
But them kids was really hard (Word)
We made it catchy, like we blockin' Gretzky
Nowadays you couldn't miss me like the cost is risky
Dreams turn to business, business turn to paper
Turn the pages of the book and watch us turn to somethin' major
And always puttin' labor, even if they try to label us
With elements to change the game, call the labels up
And we was naive probably got soy loadin' up business for the quality
From freestylin' with Niels to watching you up on TV
Studyin' how it be though
You my mans, seen a real up and down the starter
Second hand give me unique perspective on it
And when you signed with Rostrum
Made me realize this sh*t was real and I ain't lost
No bridge that I ain't crossin'
And we some kings, I'm mom's Capricorn
'Til the castle gone, we Ill Spoken
[Chorus: Samples & Mac Miller]
Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real
I remember way,way back in the days
Every aspect is vivid (The Ill Spoken)
Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real (Yuh)
Drop flows that is hot fa'sho (Ill Spoken)
I never thought that we would make it up this far