Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
United States Of America
United States Of America
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Kulousek
Jeremy Kulousek
Songwriter
E. Dan
E. Dan
Songwriter
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ID Labs
ID Labs
Producer
E. Dan
E. Dan
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I just be like fuck you, what you need? You can't get nothin' from me You was talkin' shit, now I'm somebody you would love to be I'ma do my thing until the day the reaper come for me You can keep on grillin', I'ma smile back, smile back (Just tell 'em Mac) Call your army, bring your tanks, I'm a big boy with a big boy bank Self-employed, independent, once you start, don't take no breaks Work until I get it, I bet it's gon' take a second But once I start up my engine I'm gone, too fast to catch him I'm Lennon mixed up with UGK, maybe try that purple drink What I'm on is strong, yours weaker than seven days Sweeter than crème brûlée, presidential head of state Dopest motherfucker since before I hit the seventh grade Elevate, Buddha shit, cooler than what coolest is Slick without no lubricant, bullshit, you just full of it Stupid bitch, keep on hatin', I'ma keep on doin' it Spend a day as me, boy you couldn't get the shoes to fit I just be like fuck you, what you need? You can't get nothin' from me You was talkin' shit, now I'm somebody you would love to be I'ma do my thing until the day the reaper come for me You can keep on grillin', I'ma smile back, smile back I just be like fuck you, what you need? You can't get nothin' from me You was talkin' shit, now I'm somebody you would love to be I'ma do my thing until the day the reaper come for me You can keep on grillin', I'ma smile back, smile back Used to tell me I was fake, they would hate, now they on my dick Most Dope is my family, have respect for my conglomerate Rollie on my wrist, I ain't rich, but I'm still coppin' shit Jerm is on the beat, he got that heat, hold up, drop it quick And bring it back I could change the world with just a single track Underage table in the back, smokin', drinkin' yak Pittsburgh, let me show the world just where my city at On the map, illest city out, I guess that's just a fact I'ma live in Rome, drink Patron and have a ball After all, only get one life, so there's no time to stall I'ma do it, stupid dudes with all exclusive shit to move with Just a few kids tryna bullshit, still with my boys I straight up grew with I just be like fuck you, what you need? You can't get nothin' from me You was talkin' shit, now I'm somebody you would love to be I'ma do my thing until the day the reaper come for me You can keep on grillin', I'ma smile back, smile back I just be like fuck you, what you need? You can't get nothin' from me You was talkin' shit, now I'm somebody you would love to be I'ma do my thing until the day the reaper come for me You can keep on grillin', I'ma smile back, smile back
Writer(s): Eric Dan, Jeremy Kulousek, Malcolm Mccormick, Dorothy Moskowitz, Joseph Byrd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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