Everything

[Intro: Boaz] Uh, whattup ? I'm sitting here in the studio, man Thinkin' 'bout all the hours we put up in this motherfucker All the sweat I got in this mic, you heard? Motherfuckers' phones ringin' and shit Keep fuckin' up the set It was all worth it though [Verse 1: Boaz] Yeah, okay, ordinary rapper, ended up a superstar Sittin' in the ghetto, wishin' on that shootin' star Order bottle service, we ain't gotta do the bar Let's go hard tonight, the same shit we gon' do tomorrow Different city, different state, bang out with real niggas Every sponsor big estate, you gotta feel nigga Smashin' out in the Astin, gettin' head and not crashin' Got the brown bag from '09, not spendin' bread, just stashin' Still gettin' that cash nigga, rap money more fast nigga Rollin' up that grass, I still smoke a joint 'til the ash with ya But time's changed and people too, I feel the same, how it seem to you? I'm where the weather's nice and the trees is blue Welcome to the life, this a dream come true Got the city goin' hard cause we all bubblin' Got the fans talkin' 'bout me way out in Dublin Who you shinin' with? When the album comin'? It's all a grind cousin, I knew my time was comin' Poetical justice in unusual fashion Let's get this established, this music my passion [Hook] It wasn't for the money or the fame But for the love of the game, they expect you to change But when you grindin' shinin' ain't a thing But when you grindin' shinin' ain't a thing Now I'm sittin' at the party with pretty hoes Fresh from my head to my toes, sippin' bottles of Roz Don't want for nothin', I got everything Don't want for nothin', I got everything [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Humble beginnings I was dreamin' 'bout the superstardom Money and women, give a fuck about women My problems always in my own head, started out with no bread Kept my head up, got my bread up, now I'm chillin' Still I hit the gas station, passin' Jacksons to fiends Go and buy me a blunt that I packed with some weed I remember all them days they would laugh at my dreams Now when they look at what I'm doin', they just have to believe Rappin' with my cast on, broke my hand and hashed Til I rapped like it's my last song Passin' chip to hash when they ask about the Burg I tell 'em listen to Bo Because them stories go way deeper than these bitches and hoes Stickin' to the program, always on my own two I always build my own, man, there's nothing that I won't do To get this money, tempted by materials I always dreamt I'd have that B emblem on my steering wheel These rap motherfuckers funny though Young and with success tend to move 'em out they comfort zone But fuck these hoes, I'm thinkin' 'bout some better things Forget about that bullshit, the music becomes everything [Hook] [Verse 3] Yeah, now they see me all bossed up, bad hoes gettin' tossed up Chauffeurs pullin' cars up, push a button it starts up I feel like I just landed on a whole 'nother planet This money changes everything, these niggas don't understand it Got paintings on the wall now, my countertops is granite I take it as a blessing, no never took it for granted This just how God planned it, these haters can't stand it Can't stop that if I wanted to, we ball out automatic Everything's top of the line, shoppin' in ? Ice on both of my arms, frames Versace design But those are just material things Can we rise beyond that to a spiritual plane? Can I make million dollars without dealing cocaine? Wanna die a happy death without feelin' no pain We hit the game like an asteroid, name in the tabloids Now go and get your money on little duffle-bag boy As I roll up the stank and pour me a drank I'm laughin' at niggas all the way to the bank As I roll up the stank and pour me a drank I'm just laughin' at bitches all the way to the bank