Little Giants lyrics

[Intro: Mac Miller]
b*tch just left the crib
I thought I was gonna get some pus*y, but I was wrong
So I guess it's back to makin' these goddamn songs
Told my b*tch she was right all along

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Well, this that motherf*ckin' magic dust
I got a b*tch and her dad to plug, it's only death after us
They used to laugh at us, f*ck God and castle crush
Holier than holy, b*tch, I'm motherf*ckin' Lazarus
Mom used to take me into Toys "R" Us, tell me, "Pick one thing"
I say, "The [?] are half off"
I go home and jack off, we go out for sherbert
You turn around, get your back crossed, that's a curse word
Lyin' on the ADHD test, told the teacher I need prescriptions to beat stress
I just wanna nut on her ABC tеst
I'm as make-believе as the make-believe get
Demented, respected, childhood neglected
In somewhere outer-space, they were lyin', sayin' he present
Nah, he went left
I'm the truth, skip the news, f*ck a CNN

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Christmas]
Tryna do somethin' so big that it make my momma proud (Proud)
Tired of walkin' in the crib, pops say, "You smell like loud" (Haha, tick tick; loud)
Say, "You better do somethin' or we kickin' your dumbass out" (Goodbye; goddamn)
So if something's gonna happen, then I'd rather have that right now
[Chorus: Mac Miller & Michael Christmas]
Yeah, we the livest
Tryna free the fly motherf*cker that's inside us
Little giants, yeah (Yeah), little giants, yeah (Tick, tick)
What's a man to a motherf*ckin' lion? (Tick, tick)
I ain't lyin' (Haha, yo; yo)

[Verse 2: Michael Christmas]
At fifty, need that new Ferrari F50 (Skrrt)
Mom said she seen the blog sh*t and that's nifty (Yeah)
To make a million dollars is the dream
If you wake me up, then guarantee you get a buck fifty (Yeah)
Money-makin' Mitch, money-makin' Mickey (Ayy)
Family think I'm rich, think I'm bein' stingy (Ooh)
He got that Voss [?]
Legs shaved on a new beach in Puerto Rico (Yeah)
Smokin' in the middle of the street like it's legal (Tick, tick)
O.B.C said n*ggas it's freak show
O.D.B shimmy, shimmy yaw
Come around my ma or my pa, and it's war
Pam was a legend, he's stronger than a sword (Tick, tick)
Do a swan dive and it's tens across the board (Tick, tick)
Take a quick second ‘fore you tell me that you bored
Plot a million dollars while my n*ggas strike the chord

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Christmas]
Tryna do somethin' so big that it make my momma proud (Proud)
Tired of walkin' in the crib, pops say, "You smell like loud" (Haha; loud; tick, tick)
Say, "You better do somethin' or we kickin' your dumbass out" (Goodbye; goddamn)
So if something's gonna happen, then I'd rather have that right now
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Yeah, we the livest
Tryna free the fly motherf*cker that's inside us
Little giants, yeah, little giants, yeah
What's a man to a motherf*ckin' lion?
I ain't lyin'

[Verse 3: Mac Miller & Michael Christmas]
Yeah, it's Mac Miller the incredible
f*ck a problem, b*tch, I walk in, it's a festival
You with the extras, extraterrestrial
Shine like metal, young bicentennial
We the livest, readin' Reader's Digest
I get in the spot, loud as a siren
God ain't sh*t with no clique behind Him
You sound a little rough, probably need revisin'
You got a death wish, it's all Larry "Catch Fish"
Got some more checks on my checklist
Christmas said the beat sound like breakfast
Good mornin', wake up next to my ex b*tch
Gotta get the money, gotta get the money
Gotta get the money, yeah, I gotta get the money
Yeah, and we ain't gonna work for free
Seven digits, yeah, that work for me, okay