DJ Pimp (Freestyle) lyrics

[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
sh*t, 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 sh*t like I do
It's like I'm through with the Subaru
Honda Civic, not Pacific
Opposite of everybody hoppin' on my di*k, 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' f*ckers 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 bast*rds 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)