Mac Miller - '82 - '92 lyrics

[Mac Miller:] Hey, hey. . . What up, Term? Uh-huh. . . and it go like I'm just gonna let the beat ride out a little bit You know what I mean? Just so you can feel what I'm feeling Alright, now that we on the same page Alright, look. . . hey, hey [Mac Miller:] We be making that cla**ic sh** Rapping on some Statik hits Immaculate Mac'll spazz and laugh at all these average kids Be with the baddest b**h Style's so miraculous And you heard me spit But you don't even know the half of it Keep it funky hungry like I need some money Cheeky so my speech is funny Own it like it's bees and honey Tweedle-dee and dummy Trying to take some Gs up from me Yeah they hate me but they love me I be sillier than putty Motherf**er, y'all be shapeshifting Hate spitting, but with them wack bars Take pictures with 8 b**hes, boy we some rap stars Used to f** around and just kick it in my backyard Now I'm on the road, hitting shows with some bad broads Me and Term be on that hip hop sh** Surprised this young one here know what real hip hop is Everybody here be like, 'Oh, this my ish' Hey yo Term, go on kick that sh** [Termanology:] Listen my mellow the metal will turn you into jello Claimin' that you peddle with mettle but never in the ghetto k** a fellow rapper, immaculate never will I settle With a middle cla** budget cause buddy I get the cheddar Scrape up you amateurs, babble on when I batter ya Bakin' brownies with hash in 'em, bachelor who be smashin' them Gucci wallet attractin' 'em hoochies always be flashin' them Loosies yo I be stackin' 'em so really I'm imaginin' The wax k**er, with Mac Miller my rap's iller Just ask spitter, for currency I'm a cash getter I smash Twitter and Facebook, you straight shook I do a song with you homie and it's a great look My shotty handle is Armani, they all on me Call mami and twist her back out like origami I pour Johnny Walker in my cup Ever since a little pup I knew me and Stat was gonna live it up (Sicker than your average-- who's really the sh**?) (1-9-8-2. 1-9-rhymes-too.) [Mac Miller:] I'm better than good it sounds so Now they mad they hating on him Girlies be waitin' I'm skating a figure 8 up on 'em b**hes be making me lemonade and cupcakes Now you on my dick b**h, tell me how my nuts taste [Termanology:] And we like 'f** jake', trying to get this puff cake We bad boys for real, homie you trunk space I'll put a body in a Maserati from the lottie I'm packing y'all in, a Rottie mixed with the Dalai Lami [Mac Miller:] You mad I ain't as lame as you Eating beats like some Asian food Flowing that's uncontainable Rooftop, amazing view A million rappers in the game but I'mma make it soon They spending money for me, now I'mma pay for you [Termanology:] Squash you like a tomato do Burners while high will blaze at you My mami take the pillow and bite it when I be lacin' it It's undebateable Roll around with a hater crew Mac was born in '92 but he rhyme like he from '82 (Sicker than your average-- who's really the sh**?) (1-9-8-2. 1-9-rhymes-too) (1982, the album coming soon, b**h!) [Scratch out til end]