4 AM Off The Dome Freestyle lyrics - Mac Miller

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See them thinkin' that I'm tonight's entertainment

I'm insane with the brain just like Lil Wayne is

Now I'm stumblin'

My rhythm's a little bit off-key

So I think that they lost me

I'm hangin' with the posse

We at the party and you sittin' in the lobby

And you lookin' pretty sloppy

See a lot of people always try and boss me around

Thinkin' I'm a cat that don't get tossed in the crowd

But now I'm out, loud

Spittin' out the mind

When I'm tickling the twine how I'm twisting up the dime, all up to a Swisher

Got some liquor and some beer, and it's clear that I'm right here

Full release the year that I'm gone

Sing along 'cause my song got it goin' on

Break of dawn 'til the early morn'

I be right up back my rap shit

When I smack you backwards

And cats is annoying, destroying self-employing

Up on this rap shit

But these tactics is on some wack shit

And I'ma always 'bout the real, keepin' it a hundred percent

And let it get wet, but anyways people talk about the tech and the disrespect

While I sit back, pop in a bean, and smoke a cigarette

But it ain't the same shit

When you hit the deck, my flow's too amazing

BJ get his braids in, and then he grows it right back to the afro

And for sure we back

And that's why the class clown's here for about a couple seconds

When I start wreckin', people steppin' from my presence

'Cause when I walk in the room everybody stop talkin'

Their jaw's droppin'

Everybody see they're not a option

'Cause it's just me, the world, and everybody against it

Plus my homies who I've always been friends with

I repent shit, it's hard in the struggle

You always gotta hustle 'cause it's living like a jungle

People is lions and tigers and bears and I'm really scared

But I ain't scared, no beware

'Cause Mac is here, yeah

And I got my man, deets and beats

On the sweet feet, Pistol Pete is never gon' get sick of me

Check the history, I'm always real with what I do

I appeal all these cats who be sippin' down the brew

Or the cats who in the streets 'cause I'm just spittin' my shit

You gotta love it, ain't getting rid of this shit

'Cause I'm back and I'm gon' stick

So haters run away, some will ride the gun and spray

While others blunts and haze, rolled up

I'm so tough and my clothes scuffed

Your flow's butt, if you thinkin', then so what?

'Cause I ain't listenin', I be thinkin' on my own

Drinkin' when I hit her with the bone

See, she hit up on my phone, and I answer

Tellin' me that she a cute mommy, nice body, a dancer

I'ma romance her, I head up to the crib, be a gentleman

Of course she lets me in

We let the sex begin, and stop talkin'

Then I'm out, before the breakfast I start walkin'

Out the door, headin' to the elevator

My phone ringin' by some bitches, I got hella haters

But I don't care, I just keep my mind movin'

And this the type of freestyle, roll some weed to it

'Cause I think it's never gon' be finished

I'm in it, this shit's gon' go on for about twenty minutes

And if the money's in it, then I'ma get it

Never spend it if you, relentless, attempts

That this lil' mischievous shit, will not hit the flip the bic-blah

When I stumble, but shits, see the kid who never mumble

I'm humble, but now I need a drink of water