On Some Real Shit Lyrics - The Jukebox - Mac Miller

(Hook x2: Mac Miller) 

I know you gotta feel this 

I'm on some real shit, 

I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit 

I know you gotta feel this 

I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, 

I'm on some real shit 

(Verse: Mac Miller) 

Pull the hoodie down 

And take a look around 

Sounds that shook a town 

Man it feel good to smile 

So I shouldn't frown 

When the night is looking down 

Mirror, mirror on the wall 

Who's the smoothest crook around? 

Takin' some dollas 

And makin' away from Impalas 

Shakin' and jade cause they chasin' the face of a robber 

Actin' goofy, absolutely 

Cause my passion suits me 

So blast the tunes please 

I see the world with four eyes 

Hip-hop tour guide 

Hear the war cries: rap or die 

I just wanna get signed 

Drive a four door ride 

Be more fly, 'till then I'll just soar by 

With a wave 

I'm a bad indicate 

Sit back in the shade 

While I'm passin' the haze 

Misbehave and I'm a trouble-making teenager 

Be prayful he doesn't favor to please haters 

Seat taken, three turn Mayor 

Gettin' re-elected just three terms later 

Uh, I've seen greater days 

So let the haters play their game 

Dreams fade away when you make the predator the prey 

The ace of spade can make it's way to save the day 

But from the start a club of heart was diamond 

Now I'm in Zion flying through the skyline 

The game on my back I got 5 spines 

Black cat with 9 lives, time flies 

By so I got one life to loose it 

But how will I use it? 

Uhhh, I put it all in the music 

Cause y'all pussies 

Fold away before they hand the cards 

Broke-ass rappin' now you Dancin' With The Stars 

I'm handling these bars like a simple situation 

Based on the cats who don't fit in the equation 

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Patience is a virtue but fuck it I want it now 

Get my record deal ready put Diddy up on the dial like 

"Hello, wassup Puffy 

I'm on my grind and hungry 

Throw me on the table they gonna love me, trust me" 

Cause these older cats are gettin' a little rusty 

It's time for a change like Barack said 

And I don't care 

Hip-hop is not dead 

Spit hot lead but none of these haters get shot dead 

They don't bother me 

I'll leave them playing for my wife 

Kick back have a laugh while you complainin' 'bout your life 

"Grrr" you hate Mac and you say you gonna fight? 

It's all good bro, you entertainment for tonight 

Like I'm a be mad? 

You hatin' cause I'm white 

Do a lot a cryin' and leave pain out on the mic 

Because overall I'm iller than you all 

Y'all pussy 

Never ever gone for it all 

You scared of a little risky coaching call 

What happened? 

I thought you were the know-it-all? 

I stay smokin' while haze got a potent smell 

It take me back to kickin' raps back in Show-And-Tell 

I wanted to show people, all of my bro's people 

How to come up like: "Yo, I know people" 

Dead Presidents, this doe evil 

So lethal the police will want to beat you 

Sit you down then have you run your mouth 

Bring your mother out: Look what your son is now 

(Laughs) 

See my mom she know her son is well 

The youngest child, she been through it for a while 

Now I put 1 on the dial with a smile 

Cause I'm wild, foul child style 

Too focused on my grind don't ever catch an "f" 

My hearts in it now even with five seconds left 

I want the best won't settle for nothing less 

And I always stay dressed in something fresh 

So keep your head on strapped and show respect to the game 

And that's what this beat messages my brain 

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