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Ready, Set, Start Lyrics - Artist : Mac Miller
Oh shit, here come the best part
Weapons from the Death Star Puttin' metals through your Kevlar Methods unorthodox Due to the endorphins lost I'm morphin' to some sort of corpse Don't snort the devil's nectar It's hard drugs and memoirs Don't fuck with shit except ours The rest is lightweight For Christ's sake, I'm knockin' heads off Depressed off the meds I acquired for my depressed pops 'Cause, I like the rush more I'm Herman Blume— don't get crossed Amongst the privileged pissin' on groups of little kids Litterin', mobbin', ignorant, flickin' off all the fed cars It's young Reptar, duelin' with the Templar Where the wicked and the sins are Gettin' head with the Benz parked My repertoire of records broken, every single check large Once you gettin' M's you start to question who your friends are Yeah, from out the dark the million men march Ready, set, start (Ready, set, start) Okay, said The music secular, I'm givin' bitches dental work Let the homies get a turn, man, them hoes just never learn Some meth to burn and a connect that's 'bout to get some sherm Tryna get so faded I forget that I was ever born (Yeah) You new rappers is all the lil' homies I need a bitch that sip 40's and keep the pistol for me I'm finna O.D., I know it, I need to slow down my dosage The money hittin' my phone but I don't answer, I'm loaded See, I give a bitch the stale face Good dick and a band-aid That ass got a address, I come early like a tailgate Painkillers before the liquor at a snail's pace I treat the world like it's jail bait (Fuck it) Yeah And I am not your enemy But I bring the devil that's temptin' me Do not fear your ignorance, the open mind is infinite I escape this prison, fit in better where the sinners live I'm dealin' with urges emergin' from dark places I try to hide 'em though Lies I hide behind keep remindin' me I'ma die alone Higher than I can handle, my mind is scrambled, I'm tweakin' What do I believe in? All my dreams turn into demons and they thirsty It's seven thirty, try my best to hurry Victims don't get the mercy, nuttier than Eddie Murphy Tardy to the party, now it's common knowledge I'm a fuckin' problem Yeah I chew this shit, God bless me You will respect me It's all good, I got the Based God to protect me Been smokin' less weed, meet my new friend Speed I'ma fuck the world up 'til they forget me |
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