[Intro: Mac Miller]

TreeJay, this marijuana is so potent

Haha

We gon' start this one off a little, little differently, alright?

Slow it down, chill out

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

And when it's night time with the shine of the city lights

Same day, different mic, what you livin' like?

Travel around the country, always at the airport, different flights

It's anything but the simple life

I break the law, fuck a magistrate

And I laugh at hate

Revenge a dish served cold, y'all can grab a plate

Gravitate towards the money and the fame

But it ain't all what it seem, boy, it's just another game

No Wii, Xbox, or PS3

Just good weed and some Henny, you can leave me be

Maybe find me in the west coast like Eazy-E

They in a coma, been asleep for weeks, but now they wakin' up

They notice that the youngin got skill

Yeah, I'm white, but you can't put a color on ill

I got my own thing goin' for me

Sip lean, so they move in slow motion for me

Just a juvenile but these vets is movin' over for me

Cold glass of Henny, so they go and grab a coaster for me

Yeah, life a fuckin' roller coaster, homie

What's my name? Bitch, you was supposed to know me, haha

[Chorus: Young Scolla]

Spare me all that bullshit, mane, leave it to the lames

I'm just tryin' to make it in the game

I've been through it all (All), still gon' end up winnin' (Winnin')

That's just what I saw (Saw), right from the beginnin'

And it ain't gon' change

I was built to be a winner

I was built to be a winner

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Hey, hey

It's just me and my team, that's all that matters, yeah

Live my life right and just be happy here

Ain't no white light, bitch, I got my whole life ahead of me

Architect my life but you can't design my destiny

All the family that I lost, rest in peace

Wish you was here to see me catch my dream

I've chased my shadow, now I'm on another level

At the playground playin' freeze tag with the Devil

I ain't gonna sell my soul though

This music worth more than hoes, boats, and polo, haha

No college, but bet I win the Rose Bowl

The way I smoke got my moms goin' loco

Live on my own now, payin' rent and shit

When life stress gets thick, you need some sedatives

A little weed and a little bit of liquor, uh

Make me forget about this bullshit I'm into

[Chorus: Young Scolla]

Spare me all that bullshit, mane, leave it to the lames

I'm just tryin' to make it in the game

I've been through it all (All), still gon' end up winnin' (Winnin')

That's just what I saw (Saw), right from the beginnin'

And it ain't gon' change

I was built to be a winner

I was built to be a winner