Call my name, and I'm already there, you don't need to write it in the sky baby [2x]
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Suburban white kid kickin rhymes on the street
I ain't got to many homies or some fans that I meet
Ain't too smart most my tests gotta cheat
Find me with a pizza slice cypher at Pete's
Wear a pair of Nikes that are fallin off my feet
One day I'mma cop 100 call it easy street
Though all I really need is a mic and a beat
And for food bring me rappers cause that's all that I eat
Girls say they love me man will lies ever cease
But I'll still have my fun with you right now at least
And I don't have a license I don't drive a lease
But a couple more years I'm out of here kapeesh
Geez
Look at these feats
Accomplish more in a day than you do in a week
Plus im puffin on trees
Blazed puffed like a puffin bong and brownies
Got a new girl and I'm telling you she's
Not gonna leave me at least for this week
Speak of the devil like Tactic is back
Haters get defensive like fuck him he's whack
But you hear applause every time that I'm back in the back of the class and I'm rolling ZigZags
[Hook]
Struggle and I endeavor but I never feel clever
Hypocrisy has got to me I never say never
If my life is like a guillotine just pull the fucking lever
If my life is like a rope the last thread has been severed
The part I been dreading when they call my name
I can run and I can scream but I still feel the pain
It just never ends so here comes the rain
Hennessy with my dignity down the drain
Fight and I claw but can't escape the chains
Lupe said I might break em but I know they all I got
My life is like contraband man it's so hot and hard to hold onto
You don't know the half of all the shit I've gone through
In bout to let it all break through like a monsoon
Bout to unleash my vengeance upon you
And fuck what the haters say I'mma do me
Ima be free
And when I'm six feet deep I'll know I lived see
I just keep it real no I'm not from the street
But the bullshit I deal with would make biggie weak
I'm close to the brink and you don't wanna see me freak
But I got no other option cause the futures pretty bleak
Cypher in the back of the class in 9th grade
Spitting dope shit though you know I ain't paid
Still catching on to the tricks of this trade
But I'll whoop your motherfucking ass any damn day
An for alla bitchs who be tryina hate
I'mma steam you over milk and call you a latte
I take take the cake so swift call it easy bake
He didn't really say that, ay essé
But he makes spitting gold look hella ea-say
So anyway how I became this way
Is something you would prolly call a mys-ter-ay
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My name is max miller catch me at my pill dealer
I'm such a chiller plus my flow be spilling realer
Nasty like a spider hairier than a gorilla
So when you try your warfare I be like Attila
No I'm not a murderer but I could still kill a
Verse without mercy cause my style ain't Vanilla
Ravin Sarah palin maven they might have to tase a
Ho so I flow tighter than a damn Asian
Insane mayne glazed brain cause I smoke reefer
I be rockin labels while they swag a lil cheaper
If these broads hoes man I'm the grim reaper
Nah jack the ripper
Rip her clip her slip her out her clothes I'm such a creeper
Never see me creep up plus I do not pack a heater
The smart thing to do'd be to not be a Belieber
But if I was bulimic cause my style is so anemic then I must be puking on your style need a clean up