Frick Park Market

Album: Blue Slide Park (2011)
Charted: 60
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  • Uh let me get a turkey sandwich
    Uh, lettuce, tomato (bitch)

    My name Mac Miller, who the fuck are you?
    Well my crew too live but I ain't Uncle Luke
    And I ain't no hipster, girl I can make your hips stir
    From Pittsburgh, smoke papers or a swisher
    Welcome to the Cam Rellim chronicles
    Looking out my monocle
    I'm dodging obstacles, I gamble like the Bellagio
    You cockroach, I'm heroin cause everything I talk is dope
    Type to leave it clean and fucking shiny word to Mop and Glo
    Tryin' to get a mansion ain't nobody here gonna find my room
    Money gonna be green I guarantee you that my socks stay blue
    So press play, I start from scratch and never use no template
    The next day these losers always goin' with what's trendy
    My pen game is something these motherfuckers have never seen
    All City Champion everybody is second string
    No need to testify (testify) for the best is I (best is I)
    And anybody in my way goin' to be left to die

    I'ma feed the world you can put it on my tab
    Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back
    Anything you need you can find it at the market
    If you don't hold me down for all I care you can starve bitch
    I'ma feed the world you can put it on my tab
    Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back
    Anything you need you can find it at the market
    Anything you need you can find it at the market

    I got my own stickers now so literally I'm everywhere
    Hundred different shoes to fill no need to cop a fresher pair
    These motherfuckers treat me like it's just my second year
    Fool you better get prepared
    Don't know 'bout you but all my rhymes is deadly here
    Frick Park Market where we kicking out the garbage
    Sick bars I've been a boss so stick around and watch it
    Did the round, no college campus chilling writing on top of planet Earth
    Fuck who's first, it's just bout who the hardest
    On my own two, fuck whose saying different
    Every time I rhyme I get that Punxsutawney feeling
    I'm the starter you the fill in
    You a martyr I'm just killing
    Getting harder with each time I write
    Wish I could rewind last night
    I had so much fun just kickin' it and goin' in
    Don't call me Malcolm if you didn't fuckin' know me then
    And if you lonely girl I could be your only friend
    You got some shit to say I suggest you hold it in

    I'ma feed the world you can put it on my tab
    Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back
    Anything you need you can find it at the market
    If you don't hold me down for all I care you can starve bitch
    I'ma feed the world you can put it on my tab
    Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back
    Anything you need you can find it at the market
    Anything you need you can find it at the market

    Yeah, and this is Blue Slide Park Writer/s: Eric Allan Dan, Jeremy Kulousek, Malcolm James McCormick
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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