Mac Miller

Mac Miller - Of The Soul (Remix) lyrics

rate me

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 pairs

Baby keep it down .. push a bitch on the knees

I am top making paper yo fuck what you want homie

These streets .. up you are moving with sharks only

wu-tang 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 pos and rae and monopoly

Hit the lottery buying clothes losing closet space

wu tang de la and most dope so cold know i'm about to blow my flows coke

Deliver the rap the sign of bringing it back to the golden age

So amazed how I go and focus I can flow for days

Overcame a load of pain smoking on that nova-cane love and hate tend to fluctuate

Like is hopeless weight motivated off of load of hatred oh they made at me

game, set, Match mother fucker so I can see you ain’t in my tax bracket homie do work

rappin that badest act.. All I need is some marley leen on the tallest trees

let my dick show like im rocking Tolly's jeans

and something for the homies you wont follow me plus im on that wu-tang rocking these wallabies

I bomb atomically you already hard that

wanna be like Killa with a mid coat and fur hat... word to Cypheris hill..Cyprus hill

New rappers don’t need deals .. plus my money hard ..

Iw as young on .. mother fucker drug heres a free pill, go head try it out

Go on try out cry out have you cryin loud...lock and loud ***

Thanks to Will for correcting these lyrics

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