Spent a bit of time on myself with my feet up And now I ain't got no time I could free up Whole lot of colors in my swatches, come through And let me show everything I got in my easel Tony Hawk Underground, I must be a cheat-code But, I ain't underground no more, I'm the top floor I don't like people, I don't like me half the time until I record And see a few Benji's in my pocket, no Aretha Tired of a mean girl, the type that keep secrets Type that only ever dress down in a sequin Type that always want to start shit, but never want to do shit for other people I ain't had a paystub in a while, nah nah I just send myself whatever when I wanna I just signed a deal 'cause they came with the guala And I might give my whole damn advance to my mama Psyche, I'ma keep that I ain't had a whip since At Long Last ASAP I just want to play my songs and put the seat-back Maybe I just want to take a joy-ride and finally try to enjoy life Matter fact, let's recap Few hundred songs, couple tours, like, good God Feel like it's 2011 and I'm Big Sean Feel like it's two thousand degrees in my damn loft Yada yada, yeah, whatever, why? 'cause my shit's hot Yeah, I'm the man Thoughts on a balcony with weed in my hand 12 years strong, never wavered from the plan And I proved all I ever really needed was a chance, like, jeez I don't want peace, dawg, I want the whole pie I've been too grounded, I want the whole sky I might be a star, but I aim for the clouds 'Cause I've seen rock bottom and I'd rather just fly Miss Mac Miller so much, it really fuck with me He was older once, now the man's way younger than me Still, I don't think I'll be half the man he was when it's all said and done But, we'll see what I become I just want to be myself, fuck fame Want a little wealth, and a crib in my name Bad mamacita with an attitude problem You know I like a challenge and I thrive through the hate Still ain't take a break, probably why my mind's fractured Guess I couldn't live a life that I consider average Guess I never listened to my peers on the rise up So, why would I listen now that they ain't even rising? Their bread has since flatlined Every single bar that they got is a flat-line Every single line that they cross come with no I's Just crossing T's, while you know I always dot mine Never put in more, half these dudes, they ain't even earn it Me, I put in work like I ain't got no health insurance Me, I put in work like I don't like my wife And I would rather make some money for a really good divorce attorney, yeah Yeah, I'm the man Thoughts on a balcony with weed in my hand 12 years strong, never wavered from the plan And I proved all I ever really needed was a chance, just one Yeah, rest in peace, Mac Miller