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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