And you can call me killer (ah), holy cow I'm merking it Y'all are pretty certain but I am absolutely sure of it Most don't even see me like they vision kinda blurred a bit And those that do, I overheard them saying that they scared of it, yeah Swagger so untypical (ah), have an atheist swear to god he feeling spiritual I'm Praying for the haters though, they gon' need a miracle And I'm 'a need a record deal, a model and a TV show Pretty please with a cherry on top of it (ah) Ice cream paint job, inside chocolate (oh) Check it out G, I swear that I can see it now Laughing with Olivier and throwing fucking money 'round Buy it 'cause I'm worth it or buy it for the sex appeal (yeah) The smile fake but you best believe the rest is real Whoa, I'm on some way different other things (hah), like OMG What the fuck got into me? Could give a damn about the fame (yeah) The glitz or the glamor The money or the chains I do it 'cause I am it and I'll take that to the grave I'm all growed up, shit will never be the same What comes out of the mouth of Satan His words Well we're gonna see that in just a moment I'm coming with that twenty twelve attitude (yup) I kill it like there's no tomorrow (oh) An old fool once told me that all time is borrowed So hold your breath if you drowning in your sorrows And haters take a deep one, y'all gon' need a snorkel They all about the money like humans is hard, uh I'm from another planet and I'm all 'bout my Starbucks Ah shucks, not even trying and it's super good Super fucking duper cool, the guy you always knew you should Get to know before he got too famous Now those same people are my biggest haters, look Yeah, I'm a rapper, when I rap man I ghost 'em I am Batman, Heath Ledger on my sofa You a joker (yeah), smile big bitch Mr. Freeze outfit, ice on my wrist bitch Y'all is on fire and I barely sweat (ah) Got your face all fucked up, ugh Harvey Dent bitch Could give a damn about the fame The glitz or the glamor The money or the chains I do it 'cause I am it and I'll take that to the grave I'm all growed up, shit will never be the same What comes out the mouth of the beast, the ungodly governed (White Peaks) I smoke a blunt with O.V. He like "Mac, what you trying for?" (Heh) I wanna whip so depressed, suicide doors Yeah, and he's looking at me laughing like he know we gonna make 'em break (break) Like a traffic light Stop the rumors and the gossip, jealous motherfuckers only got two options: (What) Get with it or get into the coffin with your kicks all fresh and your head all rotten Wow, I'm running this (yeah), without a bead of sweat (nope) They saying take a drink (ah), but I ain't need it yet, nah And you know I stay super late, the girls run from you and come to me, I got a cuter face Black Ferrari, yellow striped engine in the back of it Shotgun seat reserved for the baddest bitch (yuh) Yeah OK I got it, I'm Tom Mac-fucking-Donald (uh) All growed up but I'm still drinking out the bottle, huh Could give a damn about the fame The glitz or the glamor The money or the chains I do it 'cause I am it and I'll take that to the grave I'm all growed up, shit will never be the same Only pride yourself What comes out the mouth of the false prophet Poison, you see, that's what it is And it'll damn men's souls