Mac Miller *GOD DAMN* remix

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(Verse 1)
Ok, back when I didn’t have the clout
And a little hard liquor had me passing out
I was acting out, blunts that we passed around
I used to short a motherfucker on a half an ounce uh
I was trying’ to take the faster route
Cashin’ out to get up out of my daddy’s house
But ask around, every time I’m back in town
My city hold me down like the motherfucking Mayor, uh
Oh yeah, that’s a bounce, the class is out
So now it’s time to trash the house
They, on my trail like a basset hound
Let's play a little game of cat and mouse, track them down
Who’s the class clown? Who’s laughing now?
I’m getting high trying to catch a cloud
Better not get involved, killing y’all raps is foul
You might as well pick the casket out, dead motherfucker!
I don’t see y’all, wouldn’t wanna be y’all
Recall, they some Majors feeling like tee ball
Bunch of new motherfuckers say they got it
But got it just won’t get it if there’s nothing at all
I’m a four-year veteran, better than I’ve ever been
You think you’re sick? I got the god-damn medicine
Lil’ homies say my name, everybody know I changed the game

(Chorus)
God, God, God Damn, (God Damn)
God Damn (God Damn)
Uh, God Damn (God Damn)
Uh, God Damn (God Damn)
God, God, God Damn, (God Damn)
Uh, God Damn (God Damn)
Uh, God Damn! (God Damn!)

(Verse 2)
Um...
Said
Why are you acting like a straight up bitch?
Come to Pittsburgh homie, we don’t play that shit
Real motherfuckers over there, young polar bear
Colder than the frozen air, snowing at the local fair
Bitch I’m a motherfucking monster, all I know is conquer
Do you like Dahmer? oper-ate, I’m a doctor
Phantom of the Opera, line your whole squad up, bang
Came back just to claim my spot
You motherfuckers at the top really ain’t that hot
Go ahead homie, take your shot, uh, you only get one shot!
I, bought a crib that I can’t afford
Have a butt-naked bitch come and stay at my floor
Go hard until I can’t no more
All of y’all better plan for war
Yeah, the flow water, washing out your whole roster
Trying to take what’s mine just don’t bother
I’ve built that, five hundred down, get a mil back
Real rap, everything I do know I kill that
I do this, it ain’t no joke, inhale got to taste that smoke
You on Top because you ain’t that dope
Kill yourself come and take this rope

(Chorus)
God, God, God Damn, (God Damn)
God Damn (God Damn)
Uh, God Damn (God Damn)
Uh, God Damn (God Damn)
God, God, God Damn, (God Damn)
Uh, God Damn (God Damn)
Uh, God Damn! (God Damn!)