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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Lead Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
Thundercat
Thundercat
Bass Guitar
Big Jerm
Big Jerm
Programming
ID Labs
ID Labs
Programming
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Programming
Sayez
Sayez
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Forrest
George Forrest
Songwriter
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
Stephen Bruner
Stephen Bruner
Songwriter
Robert Wright
Robert Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Berg
Josh Berg
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Mastering Engineer
Drewbyrd
Drewbyrd
Producer
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Get high, breakin' laws
Get high, breakin'
[Verse 2]
Yeah, okay, I wake up with the taste of pussy still in my mouth
Bitch in my bed
Homegirl still asleep on the couch
My head is bangin' like Metallica
Swallow a bottle Advil up
Then head back to the bedroom where she suck me dry like Dracula
(It's the) Young miraculous
Mister love to grab his nuts
Never let a bitch inside
Fuck her in the Acura
Aurora borealis with the shine, my aura gorgeous
Dinner with forty courses
Bunch of horny whores
That fornicate to formulate a fortune
More in the race of horses I am
My homies got my back, they all Verizon
I bring this to you la-la-la-la-la-la-live, man
You gon' need at least five hands to hold my finance
I am fe, fi, fo, fum, the giant
The best thing out of Pittsburgh since Clemente with the Pirates
I tell them, shh
This middle finger sign for silence
Ain't a fuckin' way I'm keepin' quiet
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I been ridin' through the city, blowin' smoke out the window
Cops is on patrol, they lookin' out for all the criminals
I been a lot of things, I ain't never been a bitch though
Rules to the game, you know how this shit go
Get money, fuck the system, break the law (Break the law)
Get money, fuck the system, break the law (Hell, yeah)
Get money, fuck the system, break the law (Break the law)
Oh, no (Break, break, break, break the law)
[Verse 4]
(Let's go)
So many people told me that I wouldn't be shit
But now I walk around with money and my hand on my dick
I think I'm special
I'm drinkin' whiskey out the bottle till I black out
One million, two million, shit, I'm losin' track now
Comin' to you live inside the crack house
Started with a dub and then I made it to a half ounce
Then I turned it to a pound (Wow)
Turned that to a house (Wow)
Turned that to a career
How the fuck did I get here, huh?
(Spendin' all your time just gettin' high will drive you crazy)
[Verse 5]
I killed the game like Jeffrey Dahmer did the '80s
Speedin' down the freeway, gettin' head in my Mercedes
Givin' me all of this money was crazy
Shoulda known better
No pressure, dope seller
Dope seller, smarter than your professor
Hoes, I don't stress her
Put a bitch down like Old Yeller
The flow's stellar
Stella, Ella, Ola, have you ever been?
Shit, I probably coulda been the president
[Verse 6]
Yeah, I been ridin' through the city, blowin' smoke out the window
Cops is on patrol, they lookin' out for all the criminals
I been a lot of things, but I ain't never been a bitch though
Rules to the game, you know how this shit go
Get money, fuck the system, break the law (Break the law)
Get money, fuck the system, break the law (Hell, yeah)
Get money, fuck the system, break the law (Break the law)
Oh, no (Break, break, break, break the law)
[Verse 7]
Get money, fuck the system, break the law, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break, break, break, break the law, break the law
Break the law
Break the law
Break the law
Written by: Forrest George Chet, George Forrest, Malcolm McCormick, Robert Wright, Stephen Bruner
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