Insomniak (feat. Rick Ross)

Think for yourself and you'll find out That a lot of those so-called authorities are bullshit Yeah, ayy, Jerm, Jerm Yeah, ahhh Ahhh Verse 1: Mac Miller Ah, I'm the muh'fuckin' greatest, y'all don't know that yet I don't need your money, you can hold that check At the crib in some Polo sweats I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes don't get, whoa Woo I'm on my worst behavior Woo Bad side piece with the pertinent flavor Woo Muh'fuckers never loved us Comin' for your money, muh'fucker don't trust us Nah Uh, you ain't shit Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick Okay I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo clique Okay Treat her like a dog how I do that bitch, uh Done doin' promo Promo And it's still motherfuckin' Most Dope Most Dope Made a couple million off a brand Muh'fucker, we ain't even got a logo, uh Bitch, you better have my money Must be feelin' myself I don't see anybody but me Plan on killin' myself Keepin' shit too real Keepin' shit too real See a muh'fucker like me gettin' money How does it feel Already been but I'm back for more Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for Don't sleep Chorus: Mac Miller I'm an insomniac, a muh'fuckin' insomniac Look bitch, don't try and speak around me I'm an insomniac, a muh'fuckin' insomniac Bitch I don't speak French, look bitch, don't try and speak around me I'm an insomniac, a muh'fuckin' insomniac Oh, hello Q Yeah, yeah, said, said Verse 2: Mac Miller I'm a maniac, crazy, act insane Think I might need a cage in fact Chain reactions happen when I make a pact A psycho, God made me that 'Cause I fade to black, I gets down like a plane attack You muh'fuckers just made me laugh Ha ha, God damnit, this ain't a drill, do not panic Let me see how loud you scream Argh I'm off the map, muh'fuckas start lookin' But they're never gonna see where I be She only speak French Said Bitch look, don't try and speak around me And I don't sleep at all If you on that bullshit, I ain't gonna be involved Shit, shit, shit I could make a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee Whoa Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter, Gretzky Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test me Don't flex if you ain't got shit on me And, you ain't got shit on me, come get it Come get it, come, come get it, come, come Jar full of fresh white snow, bag full of unleaded I don't get enough credit Get enough credit, whoa Don't sleep Interlude: Rick Ross M-M-M-M-M-M They done fucked up, huh The biggest bezzle, huh The don, Ricky Farrakhan, huh M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music Verse 3: Rick Ross My weed burnin', my chain glitter He's self made, Mac Miller my real nigga Fuck who don't like it, bitch, come see me Fuck who don't like it, hitta, hitta, hitta G-G-G-Gettin' money so complicated, I'm the shit, I'm constipated Yo baby mama, straight G, let me use the crib to mail all the weed California, Atlanta, white girl in a black Phantom My top down, mid-December, ride with a big black fat nigga Krispy Kreme then it's chicken wings, introduce, different things Jet skis and the best weed, think it's fake Bitch, test me I'm jet-lagged, don't need a stylist, pants sag, Jimmy Fallon Blowin' green in the green room, Def Jam like, Boss really wildin' Yeah, they hate but won't box a nigga Bought the estate from a boxer nigga Paranoid, I'm walkin' round I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga Huh My chopper, nigga Huh Hahahahaha I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga Chorus: Mac Miller Said I'm an insomniac, a muh'fuckin' insomniac Look bitch, don't try and speak around me I'm an insomniac, a muh'fuckin' insomniac Bitch I don't speak French, look bitch, don't try and speak around me I'm an insomniac, a muh'fuckin' insomniac I'm an insomniac, a muh'fuckin' insomniac