[free] mac miller x earl sweatshirt type beat - “take flight” 

bad bitches & bad habits Open- your fucking lungs up Toting- another hundred blunts, or so Im well spoken, and well established From ashing cigs on the counter- To counting heads in the crowds I'll make a couple thousand Molotov your cocktail and douse it Im fucking crazy Smoke so much, every thought is just fucking clouded My goons pour up, They up they metals, and gold medalions (1st place) The heat is packin like that cigarette (ashes) Its a-okay when im aiming, cause aint nobody know me yet I'll blow your brains out like Kurt Kobain house (pause) This shit a steakout, im stayin hidden From whippin my wrist up in the kitchen And its, something light to the boy Carry the weight, and eat my plate And roll a hundred and four I skipped a hundred and three This shit aint nothing to me I mean its easy, diamonds fiji (water) Aint no stuttin' on me (actors) Aint no question(?) I made something out of nothing Always rushing to grow up, damn Find me a cup and lets pour up (Lets go) No, you aint off of the hook Milly rock em like clockwork What do i offer? Its true Aint give myself no more options Was hanging off by the noose (thread) But what the fuck do i look like playing the game by the books? Trade my soul for the outlook, like i was swapping the rook (chess) And give myself for the profit, of every child Every demon, every soul out there watchin Heading North, with every bird I got my squad high and flocking Yall couldnt fuck with us, If you tried (and trust me they did) Everything yall saying couldnt reach that kid Possessed, by a spirit, or a demon, shit I'll fucking write a whole album in a weekend, bitch Im nice, nicer than any motherfucker you know Type to tote a pole in his pants, And totem pole 'em in the stance, damn Im rookie feeling like a verteran And i handle women like a gentleman