Rapsody - Generation Lyrics (Ft. Mac Miller & Jared Evan)

Rapsody - Generation Lyrics (Ft. Mac Miller & Jared Evan):

Levitating through…baby heaven’s waiting

Feel naked consider the fact that hell is vacant

The temptation was just your imagination listen

We know the feeling like your nursery rhyme

Blood rushes to the head making mine

New anchor I channel round burger is mine

Couple lives turn a church to a shrime

Now you rhyme so

New anchor I channel round burger is mine

Couple lives turn a church to a shrime

Now you rhyme so

Fucking cops if your daddy won fucking cops

I hate personality but girl I love the bust

Something’s off they popping the penicillin…

Civilians hear they killing us

Continue adventuring to outer space

I know I know I’m just

Cause we are meant for something

And you know we feel made nothing

Because it’s out generation

Our generation

Our generation our generation

Our generation our generation

Our generation our generation

Our generation our generation

Fisherman buckets double cups

I’m leaving no family and double on my dodge

Generation hold faith in tomorrow’s trust

Milk and honey all the boys found it inside a bus

Only lust for the feeling and large city dust

I could piss tonight with a light…

Either shine to one a nod or you’re blocked with the east

The west we don’t go stressing unless it’s cop shit

Just the same to us

I’ve come to that conclusion

In my mind they lost in their illusions

They mama say my mama sick

He got the young she told me have fun your low lack

He told me try I had no time go for broke

Life’s deep but I’m like a …stay afloat

Never drown say something profound by the

We keep a lot of soul like Kim and Cole walking through the town

Our generation yes our generation no

Our generation ain’t stressing burning that chemical

Pinnacle when I pin and flow of this magnitude

A third eye of the riot what’s on the news

And the battle they rattle to see it back in June

Staying for the lies before the dot like me and you

Don’t see color or class be more powerful

Generation change we rearranging they attitudes

Cause we are meant for something

And you know we feel made nothing

Because it’s out generation

Our generation

Our generation our generation

Our generation our generation

Our generation our generation

Our generation our generation

Troy Ave - Chillin Ft. Mac Miller Lyrics

Troy Ave - Chillin Ft. Mac Miller Lyrics:

[Hook] x 2
I’m just ridin on some chillin shit
With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
And we’ve been drinkin so we kinda hit
But I’ma smoke just a little bit

Tink top on with my big chain
Riding through my city numb bit a chief thang
Money in my pockets shit I’m getting checks
Just got a text, ran my pussy wet
20 minutes later, hood bad and select
She a bad little bitch but I don’t eat up, never
Go and get a bottle from the …
Slow sippin if I’m trippin I’ma hit it raw
Grand papers filled with the weed, smoke that
Now I got the feeling that I need
I’m feeling her and she feellin me, come on
But feeling love’s for the suckers be
We could fuck if we both agree
And if I spill enough, she gonn eat the peas, you do that
I double up, for the mornin after
And I’m a real nigga, double on tantrum

[Hook] x 2
I’m just ridin on some chillin shit
With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
And we’ve been drinkin so we kinda hit
But I’ma smoke just a little bit

Still ridin in the backseat, listenin to mac be
Thousand dollar belt, buckle holdin up my cachis
It ain’t nothing, I ain’t ballin, I’m just playing round
Kinda wish my bitch stayed around
Still runnin slow when I smoke a mind drough
Still keep it low from the fuckin 5o
Still ain’t got a penny for any of these hoes
Still getting shows, still getting throwed
Still let a bitch suck my dick while I’m on the mike
Still call that hoe a fiend cause she on the pipe
And then mom still tell me I ain’t talkin right
Still bring my homies with me when I’m on a flight
I ain’t chillin on the ave, shout to rally or smash
Still chillin with some bitches, watchin belly smokin hash
For the oprah cash, we’re fuckin by the badge
Till the spazz going fast, 120 on the dash
Throw some rap, that ain’t shit, man that’s easy to me
It’s funny cause it’s money like jesus to me
How would be, my bitch japanese,
Shout to french montana still I’m mac with cheese

[Hook] x 2
I’m just ridin on some chillin shit
With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
And we’ve been drinkin so we kinda hit
But I’ma smoke just a little bit

Nigga, in the hood and I’m kinda heavy
I just bought a 2 pack now the …
Ideal, it’s slick talk fucked up birds
First of the month gone by the 3rd yes sir
If you don’t hustle, then you won’t relate
Bricks in my backpack, niggas on it late
Powder, it’s all good, niggas only cake
On my way about the hood, niggas show me hate
I need that, believe that
Fuel to my fire, fire up the weed at
Alright, alright, pack loud than a motherfucker
I’m ballin hard baby act …
In the bare jays, and a pair of shades
Got the club going crazy and I’m center stage
Puttin on for my city, got a bunch of fly niggas
And my real niggas with me

[Hook] x 2
I’m just ridin on some chillin shit
With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
And we’ve been drinkin so we kinda hit
But I’ma smoke just a little bit.

Big Sean - Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper Ft. Mac Miller Lyrics

Big Sean - Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper Ft. Mac Miller Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast ho
Never slowing down that’s why I’m gettin’ paid fast-forward
Standing on my money, that’s a cash flow (oh)
Smokin’ medical, sippin’ chemical I need a labcoat
From where they livin’ off food stamps that’s past poor
Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport
Yeah I made it out, made it up, and I’ll remain makin’ it up
Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin’ enough
Bitch I’m livin’ like its monopoly
Tryna dodge jail and I’m buyin’ up the property
Yo wifey was down with monogamy, til’ she started massagin’ me
But you can have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy
A young player at the tip-top
Bitch niggas hatin’, bad bitches wanna liplock
I could show you the ropes, since I got the game in a slipknot
From a city of G’s I’m just the one that was picked out.

[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
You might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man, everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah)
Boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?
Bitch I’m tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin’ my paper.

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Bitch, unzip my pants fore you try and take them off
Open wide, say ah then you cough
See I got so many shows, think it’s a season of Lost
Get money uniform, you can see I’m on my job
Ah damn, bitch you better stand in your lane
All my jams are so insane, you just Danity Kane
Straight pussy, and no balls
Rockin’ jeans and thug sandals, that’s a faux pas
Have em all like (Oh God) Everytime we showin’ off
True players what we is and true players don’t dissolve
They evolve into a Gotti, was illa then you thought you was
Now we in Bugattis ridin’ shotty when we shoppin’ for some good shit
I don’t claim no hood shit
But I guarantee you I ain’t on that Hollywood shit
Hey, unless it’s chilling up at Holiday Hills
And that’s sixteen bars, all of em ill (What)

Say Say Say
True players what we is and true players don’t dissolve (6x)

[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah) boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?
Bitch I’m tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin’ my paper

Mac Miller - Desperado Lyrics

Mac Miller - Desperado Lyrics:

[Intro]
Uh, Chya, Uh, Uh
Dedicated too, this dedicated too
F-ck it

[Verse 1:]
Uh, I got a pocket full of posies
Some devil with a pitchfork keep talkin’ like he know me
I’m psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome piece
Get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so weak
I stood before an Angel as he told me bout the glory
Put me in a room of people, how the f-ck could I be lonely
I only get money, these lables tryna clone me
Uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
So, I try to keep em’ in my head
It’s sad to see when everything that you believe is dead
Word to Heavy D, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
Life is good sometimes, but it just doesn’t last
A bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin’ bag
Rock n’ Roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
Sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka’s venom and
Doper than the shit that put Chris Tucker in Dead Presidents
Desert rhymes, homie, ridin’ beats, I’m on a camel
I’m way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought my sandals
Haha, you want a war ? I got a lot of ammo
You ain’t a soldier cause you rockin’ cammo
Young Rambo, hundred million fans though
And I do it big, you a Ipod Nano
Fire on wax, look like I rock candles
Yeah you got a show, but you ain’t on my channel

That’s HBO b!tch, you gotta pay for that
Hahaha, your channels free

I’m gunna f-ckin’ kill you
Um, Imax’n shit motherf-cker
Yeah, suck my d!ck

[Verse 2:]
Hey, ayo, I’m bout to start gambilin’ with Ambien
I’m dutch smokin’, that’s a strike
But f-ck bowlin’, I could tear a pin of Maryland
See, I’m American, apparently it’s damagin’
To be in front of cameras in your underwear with Marilyn
Monroe, look at dumb hoes who want to much dough
And come close to have you straight trippin’ when you jump rope
Don’t rock the love boat, this business f-ckin’ cut throat
And it’s gunna crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
Rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
These rappers who be hatin’ probably need to get a job
See, me I’m with my squad, gettin’ money, livin’ comfortable
I know a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
F-ck a toast, y’all is f-ckin’ broke, cut ya throat
Judgin’ me is nothin’ dope, boy you lyin’ under oath
God made the world, why did man make the scriptures?
And if he created Lennon, why’d he go and make a Hitler?
I could take a photo, but I’d rather paint a picture
Of the one Lawrence Fishburne, we’ll shoot up all you hipsters
I’m from Pittsburgh, that’s black and gold
If my skin gets filled up, I’mma tat my soul
Runnin’ out of paper, writin’ on my hand
Hundred thousand haters writin’ bout my jams
Want a number one independent album? I’m your man
I’mma hit Preme and leave you all right where you stand 

Mac Miller - The Question ft Lil Wayne Lyrics

Mac Miller - The Question ft Lil Wayne Lyrics:

[Intro]
Sometimes I wonder who the f-ck I am
Wonder who the f-ck I am
Uhh, Yeah, want you to feel it
My voice probably sounds mad raspy right now
I want you all to feel it
So step up on the mic and uhh
Show them what you got tiger

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Sometimes I wonder who the f-ck I am
So I’ve been lookin’ in the mirror and it still don’t make no sense
I’m askin’ what am I supposed to do?
I’ve done so much in my short lifetime, but I haven’t done shit
I done flew around the whole world
First I shook a million hands and I took a million pictures
But I’m a hostage in my own world
And my thoughts my own enemy, got no time for these bitches
I got too much on my damn mind
So if I add some more stress, I just don’t see how I’ma cope
I think they underestimate the grind
I do, bring this doe, and I’m only 20 years old
I wonder why I sip this devil juice
Cause it feel incredible, problems, I got several
Thank God that none of that medical
Ugh, I’ve been blessed with much to be expected

[Hook]
What am I doing here
I wonder what am I doing here
What am I doing here
What am I doing here

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I hope this feelin’ lasts for fuckin’ ever
I don’t want to come back down, let me stay above the ground
I hope I do what I was meant to do
Cause I’ve been searching for that answer, I just hope I get it now
Please, let me find euphoria
When you up above the clouds, like, who gonna touch me now
And do we ever get to know the truth
Cause everyone seems to have it, but to me it seems they lack it
Now I’m rolling and I’m sipping lean
Sometimes I catch a buzz just to help me picture love
Drinking liquor and I’m smoking weed
And you don’t ever do too much if you could never do enough
Wonder why I scream and stare at you
I’ll be there to rescue you, problems you got several
Thank God that none of that medical
Ugh, I’ve been blessed with much to be expected

[Hook]
What am I doing here
I wonder what am I doing here
What am I doing here
What am I doing here

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Sittin’ in my Bentley, thinkin’ bout these hoes
All I do is kill them, I kill them like Nicole
Simpson, flag crimson, smoke them like Winstons
I just bought a new chopper, I treat it like an infant
I’m lightin’ up a stogie, It’s longer than a hoagie
Situation’s gettin’ fishy and I don’t eat anchovies
F-ck the world, Kill them all, she answer when I call
If the cops pull us over, she gon’ hide it in her drawers
See I come from a place where stars never shine
And drama is accepted, credit cards are declined
Everybody gotta die, but I ain’t everybody
If that ho play with me, I whoop that chick like Terrence Howard
I’m a pimp, I ain’t lyin’, but that is not important
I’m just tryna to buy time, but can’t really afford it
Saying ain’t that a bitch, but I hope that bitch is bad
I feel like money in the trash like

[Hook]
What am I doing here
I wonder what am I doing here
What am I doing here
What am I doing here

Mac Miller - Fight The Feeling ft. Kendrick Lamar & Iman Omari Lyrics

Mac Miller - Fight The Feeling ft. Kendrick Lamar & Iman Omari Lyrics:

[ Mac Miller - Verse 1]
So watch ‘em do the macarena somewhere out in Pasadena
Love the drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You a waste of the space that you take up
Living, this time around I’m not kidding
I had an intuition about these women in suspicion
Got me looking at you different how a man in my position cant start slipping down these slopes
Cuz its all just
As a kid I didn’t learn that but
When you were young and you were just tryna live your life and have some fun
In the world when you have yet to see how evil its become
Its hard to have a dream when you’re deep inside of one
And I know you hate them spirits so I keep ‘em in my lungs
I’m a Beatle to these young kids
Sometimes I be feeling like a needle to these young kids
You had the world you ’bout to leave it to these young kids
And we gon’ show you what the love is

[Chorus - Iman Omari]

Stay high, don’t fall what you know?
Let it become a ?
Don’t ever let it go
(it won’t stop)
You can’t fight the feeling, feeling
You can’t fight the feeling, no
(it won’t stop)
You can’t fight the feeling, feeling
You can’t fight the feeling, no

[Mac Miller - Verse 2]
And I keep a couple Most Dope homies by me
So there aint too many times its me, myself and Irene
We stay smoking through the night
Wake up do some Tai Chi
Homie cant you see I’m chilling, please don’t fuck up my chi
Yeh my jacket Y3, recently been up on fashion
Waste a bunch of money kinda stinks of satisfaction
Fell asleep in Hollywood, woke up in Manhattan
Balling like I’m Jordan but I’m fresh as Mars blackmon
A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your dreams
A price on an idea we never can agree
They tell you what you know but its better to believe
So why you tryna act like what you never gonna be
Still I tell ‘em
Fuck what you know, I’m feeling comfortable
Just continue living life cuz enough of ‘em don’t
You spend your days counting every single penny, mane
Start now cuz we coming for you anyways

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar - Verse 3]
Sometimes I wake up, up in the morning, make up
Wrap this much make up off my bitch soon as she yawning
Take up, hours upon days just to find power shit to say
But you won’t hear it, even if your ears was pierced with
Beats by Dre, I mean
The sun is slowly falling
We all surely should die eventually
So whats your calling?
Oh, you left your phone behind,
Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, vices steer us through wickedness
Jesus Christ is right near us and devil said you owe 10%
Sold your soul
I know sold your soul and get ?
My focus is ? that float in the open
Oceans that coast the line on the margins I rhyme
Or choking or soaking up game
I’m hoping you picked the second one
The emotion of jealousy that your holding
You’re telling me that your golden but really cubic zirconian
Let me see
I break you down like a pound of fire whenever your tactics are mighty clever
But even if you’re Mayweather you

[Chorus]

Mac Miller - Of The Soul (Remix) Ft Posdnous & Raekwon Lyrics

Mac Miller - Of The Soul (Remix) Ft Posdnous & Raekwon Lyrics:

1 2 1 2
Why we got to say 1 2 1 2
right before rhyme right before we jump in
Anyway
Here is a little something that must be told of 3 MCs
It first hit them
It can’t .. jams playing on the FM
Sleeping on us is not possible for the FM
Mean flow keep the knock .. and go
Green light no smoking of that green hike
Put all your thoughts on haze the back
The back of the .. I know the sound back in the days
.. out rated over exposed classified is under rated
When the world drops the whole block ,,
Tell you are about to make millions
Millions that .. make sure won’t .. your soul

Chorus
Got some soul like De La do, they say I’m new
It’s nothing but some deja-vu
Everywhere you go these people hate on you
Deja-vu, deja-vu
Got some soul like De La do, they say I’m new
It’s nothing but some deja-vu
Everywhere you go these people hate on you
Deja-vu, deja-vu

I am Mac Miller Mac the thriller
Don’t make me go back and .. gorilla
Some man kush always fresh apices
Baby keep it down .. push a bitch on the knees
I am top making paper fuck what you want homie
These streets .. up you are moving with sharks only
.. the game the click .. we are keeping it real
The oxygen crew let it do what it do

Chorus
Got some soul like De La do, they say I’m new
It’s nothing but some deja-vu
Everywhere you go these people hate on you
Deja-vu, deja-vu

Got some soul like De La do, they say I’m new
It’s nothing but some deja-vu
Everywhere you go these people hate on you
Deja-vu, deja-vu

Me pops .. and monopoly
Hit the lottery buying clothes .. space
.. most dog so call new I am about to blow my ..
Deliver the sound of rap bring it back to the golden age
So amazed how I can focus I can flow for days
Over .. smoking on that love of ..love and hate tend to fluctuate
Like is …fade it out the … like they are mad at me
Match mother fucker so I can see you ain’t in my text bro you work
All I need is some .. on the tallest trees
.. you don’t wanna follow me .. you already hard that ..Cyprus hill
New rappers don’t need deals .. plus my money hard ..
Iw as young on .. mother fucker ..
Go on try out cry out …lock and loud

Mac Miller - Definition of Cool ft. Diggy Lyrics

Mac Miller - Definition of Cool ft. Diggy Lyrics:

[Hook x2]
The definition of cool, thats me yo
Ask ya girl about me, bet she know
I’m the future, you a fake bitch, cleo
All my bitches bad like it’s Shaq shooting free throws

[Mac Miller - Verse 1]
Hey ayo, my first name Mac, my last name Miller
On beats I’m a monster, I’m iller than Godzilla
Yeah my skin Vanilla, I’m hotter than Chinchillas
Hittin’ Vegas for the night and cop a villa
Get my lyrics from ill and my soul from J Dilla
Chillin’ with the sour cause some smoke will kill ya
I’m just me, tryna cover all these magazines
And bitches try to give me treats like its Halloween
Lil’ old school flavour when its Jerm on the drums
? like it’s words from a gun
Spittin’ flames so they burn in my tongue
Bitches wanna f-ck but they heard that I’m young
And they still do, I’mma stick around call me Mildew
Go and stay in Bel Air like uncle Phil do
Get rich go and buy me a mansion
Get my parents a nice crib up in the Hampton’s

[Hook]

[Diggy - Verse 2]
Shots at a general, roll like an inner tube
Drinking on tigers blood, that’s what winners do
It seems as if you’d like to hang from my genitals
Whoa, pause, oh, gosh
It is I, the D to the I
With the two G’s like it’s Gucci attire
Why, don’t ask why, you’re so inquisitive
And these shoes I’m wearing are only limited
My bad, was that a bit much, a tad
Didn’t mean to brag, that was low class
Pardon my rudeness that was so crass
And I’m always making moves, cause I never procras-tinate
The number one spot is up for grabs – too late
What was that question you asked
What’s the definition of CO-OL
If you haven’t gotten it by now, oh well

[Hook]

[Mac Miller]
You aint cooler than me, go get a job bitch
You aint cooler than me, go get a job bitch
You aint cooler than me, empty pockets
You aint cooler than, you ain’t, you ain’t cooler than me
Little asshole got you so mad
Make ‘em say ughhhhh

Mac Miller - Loud Lyrics

Mac Miller - Loud Lyrics:

ladies and gentleman
this is macadelic
mother fucker

(hahahaha)
ugh i got codeine in my cup
you can bet your ass i'm sippin'
groupies fall in love
i’m like bitch you must be trippin’
i’m just tryna fuck
and she just need tuition
why you tryna stunt you need to play your own position
never gave a fuck
and nothing i’ma change
still roll up them blunts
got diamonds in my chain
yeah you heard me i got diamonds in my chain
but it don’t make a difference if you cryin’ in the rain
two hundred shows, i’ma kill more
i just sold out that fillmore
got a million, make a mil more
play a number one spot on the billboard

yeah people lie
numbers won’t
keep me high
judges croak
growing up
pro cup
watch the world go up in smoke

i like my music real loud (real loud)
can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes
if you didn’t, now you know, never keep your pockets low
i like my music real loud (real loud)
can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes
if you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low

i’ma get that grammy soon
fuck your magazine
jordan gonna hear me shoot
no fuckin magazine
hammer team, in that packer me
hit a germ, be bangin’ in the glass saline
when i went to every high school class would be
tryna fuck the female faculty
i’ma crazy little fuck good thing my head dont run away
i experiment with drugs but i won’t ever fuck with yay
i just made a million dollars still i think i’m underpaid
fuck with me? kid no way
when you meet me, bitches stand up straight
pump out reps
yeah i got reps
tryna talk shit what you think about that?
for the pesos, getting bank rolls, i’ma lay low chill, til i let that stack

people lie, numbers won’t
keep me high, drugs is close
throwin up, pro cup

i like my music real loud (real loud)
can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes
if you didn’t, now you know, never keep your pockets low
i like my music real loud (real loud)
can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes
if you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low

Mac Miller - Born On Halloween Ft. Ghosty Lyrics

Mac Miller - Born On Halloween Ft. Ghosty Lyrics:

Yo, look I’m kickin to fight deliver this… get rid of your life
It’s midnights, I’m rippin it once, it’s hittin you twice.
Ghost deliver it nice so take it as a present.
Fuck sittin in college, I kick this knowledge for the lesson.
It burns ya chest, the words are blessed, confuse and bring ya questions.
Cause with my complexion I’m thinkin that we got detention
And in case I didn’t mention spittin it better than anyone did it before
I’m rippin your corpes, dippin and lettin you live in the morgues.
Shit in the porsche. trick or treat I’m here to piss on the floors.
And if I didn’t come with the whip I’m gettin in yours
On devils night we come to bless this track

Mac Miller - Girls In The Palm Of My Hand Lyrics

Mac Miller - Girls In The Palm Of My Hand Lyrics:

i got girls in the palm of my hand
and they all wanna call me the man
but i’m out with the dough hoes puff
girls on my dick like a poko ..
up and down, up and down
let me see you drop touch the ground
so hood when they f*ck me now
i know you’re hurt and i f*ck you around
listen up now f*cking with them young sluts
bust up so they mouth to the ..
get dough in the back of the bus
i aint asking to touch just pass me the dutch
looking out where i’m getting my cuttie
in the hoe put my dick in my ..
full of money chips like .. text me
every single day for the next week
..leave me alone just bone and i’m leaving ..
.. creeping my foe
no grass never wanna sex it
next time i’ll be hittin ..
first impression got a around impression
sexing, sexing, sexing sexing
.. like a smith in .. are you down for the ..
i’m getting ..right now with the ..
after the .. and i’ll be ..
ja ja going talk to me now
keep your lips for .. for a while
that’s the greatest i’m not hating
.. for a baby make us
spin rap in the sack bitches wanna ..
...with the jimmy ..
i want no ..if you mad girl taste my g
stay poppin no bustin pushin their flood in the discussion
..had to put it in the ..
so crazy i had to put it in the ..
all night long got it all in the morning got to drop it ..
..that’s all your hoes
.. i know you know my number
to the doubie ..