Pinaa Lyrics - Mac Miller

1 Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive

2 My grind divides fine through my divine eyes

3 It's prime time, you wish you could buy time, but it's my time

4 Thoughts against I, blasphemy, it's like a vice crime

5 I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines

6 I don't even get high, I just get equally back in my right mind

7 I'm getting lethal with these nice lines

8 Creeping through your speakers

9 Catch you sleeping like a thief of in the nighttime

10 Young Doms, none of you niggas correspond, bitch

11 Kick the fuck out of the track on some Jean-Claude shit

12 Get the fuck out of the streets, nigga, I bomb shit

13 Shit ain't all good no more, y'all on your con shit

14 The fuck is your conscience? Testing me is nonsense

15 The whole city is mine, I'm the best up in my conference

16 Ain't feeling me, fine, ain't gotta listen to my shit

17 You can hear about me from the critics all on my dick

18 Bitch, I've been thugging since the motherfucking Ten Speed

19 Redbone on my handlebars, I like my bitches mixed breeds

20 Feel the Philly tighten with a 20 sack of stress weed

21 Educated, at the stove I'm working recipes

22 Reputation say I'm robbing just for recreation

23 Revive my enemy with gun-to-mouth resuscitation

24 Can't wait to this pussy nigga pay me, I'm impatient

25 Let's go kick in their door and strip them naked, leave 'em stinking

26 No witness, no weapon, my nigga, the case is over

27 The reaper snatched 'em, closed casket, his family needs a closure

28 And Moses had ten commandments, Huey had ten points

29 Won't see my homie for ten, dropped him off at the joint

30 Staring at my future in my rear-view

31 Family cried some tears, I got some years, it ain't no issue

32 Mama with the tissue

33 Saw her breaking down, she just might cry a river

34 Murder one, she can't believe she raised that type of nigga

35 I tried to do right, but it only got your boy fucked in the game

36 So I changed my mind, now I'm back on this grind

37 Trying to get this change

38 Niggas hate to see me getting it

39 Travelling packs with a red dot

40 Boy, it ain't your knot, trying to get what you got

41 When the rain and the pain gon' stop

42 Standing on the porch early, no shoes, selling blow in my socks

43 And I was watching for the ghetto bird

44 Ain't got no money for college

45 So all I know is how to sack and how to serve

46 I be damned if I miss another lick for the chips

47 Got me stacking, almost splurging on weed, syrup and whips

48 Niggas around my way be loving it

49 I'm Cadillac'ing, blowing good alligators with the belts to match

50 I got an ounce with an ounce to match, bust it down, get back

51 Hopefully maybe get the clique out the trap

52 I need dough like a bread baker (Amen)

53 24/7, got ready on the turf, player

54 All day

55 Make 'em hop in the new coupe

56 Nigga, but that ain't nothing new

57 Forgive me for the sinning that they be doing in this business

58 Not using their words to express truth

59 Out in the streets with a screw loose

60 On the Westside I got the juice

61 Just tell me what you trying to do

62 She loving the crew and ain't fucking with you

63 I go where the hood niggas get into it

64 I go where the bad girls go shop

65 Every window tinted but the rooftop

66 That money I'll just spend it to get you shot

67 Can they be hating, they got no reason

68 Right where they got me, the place I Delete 'em

69 We kicking on weaklings just for all of their secrets

70 I can't believe the shit that I'm seeing

71 I'm hearing the words, doing my reading, it's really absurd

72 Not enough leaders, the shit that they feed you, it's just what you eating

73 They call me young Veggies, I make it go green

74 I smash in all your teeth, the fuck is you saying?

75 You got the candy's, the niggas is spraying

76 To get away and take over the land, yeah

77 My mind on capital, I'm not just rapping, dude

78 I'm out to speak actual factual, watch how I master moves

79 Your baller fist will daggle you

80 I'm from a city clapping fools

81 You out [?] lacking while watching me fashion stools

82 Shitting styles, you never had a hot line that I didn't dial

83 Little princess always trying to fit a bigger crown

84 But don't forget I [?] some emcees

85 And just them bitches know he a pimp and even read the blimp

86 It was a good day, good day to O'Shea

87 A death certificate for anyone who lay in my way

88 You best revisit all the tombstones that lay in my way

89 Me being knowledge, be honest

90 You seen the profit get sacrificed by the Oxy

91 Get ratchet when ratchets out and they firing

92 Residue on pinata's, wonder what's up inside of 'em

93 It's sure ain't no Vicodin cause it up and excited 'em

94 But they ain't get high enough, if you ain't succeed, nigga

95 Buy again then try again

96 It's the irrational type of nigga, the John Madden tackle you

97 Steal your car keys and crash your coupe in the botanical

98 Wrap you with shackles, tangle you, pull from ever angle, dismantle you

99 Watch your blood mixed with mud and stain the gravel too

100 Grab and shoot, rib cage open like a parachute

101 Close range, Swiss blade, poke 'em if it's personal

102 Blood stains, gold fangs, mask on, no traits

103 Murder one, closed case, rolling with no plates

104 Half a body in the trunk, go to prison, no way

105 Speed off the Brooklyn bridge before I catch a cold case

106 Realize I'm the voice for those who do not have a voice

107 So I voice my fucking voice, I don't have a fucking choice

108 Cold blooded, leave some niggas, well I hope you got insurance

109 Shotgun and shorty lift 'em like the potent in my joint

110 Barrels smoking like Red Auerbach

111 Still can't believe I'm getting fed on rap

112 I don't know what's louder, the pack or the gat

113 My endorphins are morphin', absorbin' energy

114 Original copy, A Tale of Two Cities gets read to me

115 Reading Emersom novels eating some Belgian waffles

116 Some powder go up my nostrils, my dick going down her tonsils

117 What's up? Play with an abacus, I've been stressing like Catholics

118 That's the shit, a bit of that happiness in my cup

119 This generation corrupt, these people brainwashed with evil

120 My music is more cerebral, exploring just what you need to

121 So this your Exodus, church of the Methodist

122 Beating up the pussy, have her screaming like the exorcist

123 Absorbing through your pores, the Lord with horns, a world war

124 Whores are more hors d'oeuvre when it's a world tour

125 O'Doyle Rules