[Intro: Katt Williams & Mac Miller]

Some of y'all need to just smoke some weed

And see if it don't help the quality of your motherfuckin' life

I know, I see some of y'all, look, I understand

If you ain't smokin' weed 'cause you got a good job

Then, by all means, make your paper, boo-boo

But if you ain't got no job and you not smokin' weed

I don't know what the fuck you are doin' with your life

I really don't, I really don't

Don't give me that shit about "It's a drug," it ain't no motherfuckin' drug

I done done the research, it's just a plant, it just grow like that

And if you just so happen to set it on fire

There are some effects

Do you want to get high?

This intro's fuckin' funny as hell

The Pattersons are coming over and we only have about enough grass left to roll one joint

Oh, that's okay, Ted (Piff Jar; Keep all that; It's goin' down)

I wanna get blunted, my brother (Tick-tock, motherfuckers)

Greetings

I wanna get blunted, my brother

I hope you're high if you're listenin' to this shit (TreeJay)

I wanna get (Piff Jar)

Hey, hey, you (I wanna get blunted, my brother)

Why'd you stop rollin' up that weed?

Yeah, that's right

Haha (I wanna get)

[Chorus: Mac Miller]

Some days I be feelin' like I am the shit (I am the shit)

Wearin' clothes right out the package

Lookin' how nice they fit (How nice they fit)

And I swear I'ma be the fuckin' dopest

As long as I can stay up on my grind (Stay up on my grind)

I'ma always know where my home is (Home is)

I've got a Pittsburgh state of mind (State of mind)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Hey, ayo, I'm comin' a, comin' a, comin' a, comin' a, comin' around again

Runnin' a, runnin' around with them, me and a thousand of my friends

Gettin' lifted, dazed and confused, and controllin' this stick shift

I've been workin' hard, baby, feelin' like it's my sixth shift

Dealin' with different situations, gettin' a bit of congratulations

Sick with the rhymes, splittin' your mind, feelin' the good vibrations

Excitement, you see these different places I'm invited while you writin'

It's in the people's ears, they callin' you Tyson

The nicest you've seen in a while

Believe it, the people the reason I'm out

They showin' me love, and open me up

That's why I see 'em and greet 'em with smiles

Shorty be lettin' me into her house

Pickin' her up, then dickin' her down

They passin' me weed, relaxin' with me

They heard that the kid was the chillest around

Somewhere in Pittsburgh, kickin' it back, watchin' the Steelers

Put your Reggie Bush away, we got some real herb

Shorty a weed ho, so nah, I don't feel her

'Cause I'm just on to the next, don't get your feelings hurt

[Chorus: Mac Miller]

Some days I be feelin' like I am the shit (I am the shit)

Wearin' clothes right out the package

Lookin' how nice they fit (How nice they fit)

And I swear I'ma be the fuckin' dopest

As long as I can stay up on my grind (Stay up on my grind)

I'ma always know where my home is (Home is)

I've got a Pittsburgh state of mind (State of mind)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Hey, hey, a different city every day, the same youngin though

Hoes from the bungalows who wanna drop and touch they toes

Lookin' for some money, we ain't gonna give 'em nothin', no

It's big pimpin' over here , where the fuck you go?

I be foolin' around, chillin' and passin' the doobie around

Out on the road, 'bout to be blowed

Everyone know I'm a fountain with flow

Up at the Telly, I'm countin' my dough

Makin' this money, you out with your ho

Gettin' a couple of thousand a show

So if you still don't, then act like you know

Never done heard of a rapper before

Rappin' so rapid they clappin' like, "Oh"

That man Mac on a roll, they jumpin' with joy, see 'em tappin' they toes

Told you that no one can spit it like I

Out gettin' money, you sittin' inside

Never are they ever sick of my rhyme

Need to be chiefin' this piff, gettin' high, woah

Ha, maybe I'ma slow it down

This shit blowin' your mind, I got the dopest sound

You better start rollin' up, the Most Dope around

I'm so high, high, not even close to down

[Chorus: Mac Miller]

Some days I be feelin' like I am the shit (I am the shit)

Wearin' clothes right out the package

Lookin' how nice they fit (How nice they fit)

And I swear I'ma be the fuckin' dopest

As long as I can stay up on my grind (Stay up on my grind)

I'ma always know where my home is (Home is)

I've got a Pittsburgh state of mind (State of mind)

[Outro]

If any of you are students of the pop music field

Then you all know that the way to make a fortune is to come out with an entirely new sound

Of course, that isn't so easy to do

Half the time, it happens by accident

For instance—