I wanna be free, I wanna just live
Inside my Cadillac, That is my shit
Now throw it up
That's what it is
In my C A D I L L A C bitch
Can't see me through my tints
I'm riding real slow (slow motion)
In my paint wet drippin shinin' like my 24's (umbrella)
I ain't got 24's
But I'm on those Vogues
That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes
Old school like old English in that brown paper bag
I'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had
Hello haters, Damn y'all mad
30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?
Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright
Man I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of
Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish
Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? I'm legally going 120
Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
They cannot catch me, I'm smashing
I'm ducking bucking them out here
I'm like go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classic
Now I know what it's like under the city lights
Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
The same one we walked across as kids
Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this
Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater
Yea, I'm from Seattle, There's hella Honda Civics
I couldn't tell you about paint either
But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours
And roll on over to the dealer
And I found the car, junior, problem with this geezer
Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming
Backwoods and dope
White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes
I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind
Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on
14 years out so excuse me and my necklace was gone
Stealing portions of his liquor, water in his Patron
Drivin and smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes
Tires with the spokes on it and the Vogues too
Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns all on
My dogs hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball
Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin whips
See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad bitch
Slap her booty with my balls
You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls
I'm motherfuckin' Awe...
Some, swear these sights tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs
See the lust stuck up in her eyes
Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?
Or does she want it low?
Give this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know
So we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit
Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it
Slide 'till the gas is finished, Q
When I was in the 3rd grade
I thought that I was gay
Cause I could draw, my uncle was
And I kept my room straight
I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
She's like, "Ben, you've loved girls since before Pre-K!"
Tripping, yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she?
A bunch of stereotypes all in my head
I remember doing the math, like
"Yeah, I'm good at little league"
A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant
For those that like the same sex had the characteristics
The right-wing conservatives think it's a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made, rewiring of a pre-disposition, playing God
Ahh, nah, here we go
America the brave still fears what we don't know
And "God loves all his children" is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five hundred years ago
I don't know
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love, my love, my love
She keeps me warm [x4]
If I was gay I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately?
"Man, that's gay" gets dropped on the daily
We've become so numb to what we're saying
Our culture founded from oppression
Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em
Call each other faggots
Behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate
Yet our genre still ignores it
"Gay" is synonymous with the lesser
It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment.
The same fight that led people to walk-outs and sit-ins
It's human rights for everybody, there is no difference
Live on! And be yourself!
When I was in church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service, those words aren't anointed
That Holy Water that you soak in has been poisoned
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same but that's not important
No freedom til we're equal
Damn right I support it
We press play, don't press pause
Progress, march on!
With a veil over our eyes, we turn our back on the cause
'Till the day that my uncles can be united by law
Kids are walking around the hallway
Plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful
Some would rather die
Than be who they are
And a certificate on paper
Isn't gonna solve it all
But it's a damn good place to start
No law's gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever god you believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear, underneath, it's all the same love
About time that we raised up!
Love is patient, love is kind
Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
[Verse 1]
Return of the Mac, get em
What it is what it does what it is what it isn't
Lookin' for a better way to get up out of bed instead of getting on the internet and checking out who hit me, get up!
Thrift shop, pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby
Sweater game nope nope y’all can’t copy
Yup. Bad, moonwalking
This here, is our party
My posse's been on Broadway
And we did it, our way
Throne music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it
And yet I’m on
Let that stage light go and shine on down
Got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style
Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds
But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Trust me. on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustlin'
Chasing dreams since I was 14 with the four track bussing
Halfway cross that city with the backpack
Fat cat, crushin label’s off
Nah they can’t tell me nothing
We give that to the people
Spread it across the country
Labels out here
Nah they can’t tell me nothing
We give it to the people
Spread it across the country
[Hook- Ray Dalton]
Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
[Verse 2]
Now can I kick it? thank you
Yeah I’m so damn grateful
I grew up, really wanted gold fronts
But that’s what you get when Wu-Tang raised you
Y’all can’t stop me
Go hard like I got an 808 in my heart beat
And I’m eating at the beat like you gave a little speed to a great white shark on shark week
Raw. Tell me go up. Gone!
Deuces goodbye. I got a world to see, and my girl she wanna see Rome
Ceasar will make you a believer
Nah I never ever did it for a throne
That validation comes from giving it back to the people.
Nah sing a song and it goes like
Raise those hands, this is our party
We came here to live life like nobody was watching
I got my city right behind me, if I fall, they got me
Learn from that failure gain humility and then we keep marching ourselves
[Hook- Ray Dalton]
[Bridge]
Na na na na na na na na
And all my people say
X4
Macklemore
[Hook- Ray Dalton]
[Macklemore:]
Wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha...
[Wanzz:]
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got $20 in my pocket
I-I-I'm huntin' lookin' for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
[Macklemore:]
Now,
Walk into the club like what up I got a big cock
I'm so pumped I bought some shit from a thrift shop
Ice and the fringe are so damn frosty
The people like damn thats a cold ass honky
Rollin' in hella deep headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink 'cept my gator shoes those are green draped in a leopard mink girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this it smells like R. Kelly's sheets
Pissssssssss
But shit it was 99 cents
If I get coppin' it washin' it
Bout to go and get some compliments passin' off in those moccasins
Someone else has been walkin' in but me and grungie fuck 'em in
I am stuffed in your closet and
Savin my money and I'm hella happy thats a bargain bitch
I'ma take your grandpa style, I'ma take your grandpa style
No for real, ask your grandpa can I have his hand-me-downs
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers doukie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a ski blanket, then I bought a kneeboard
Hello hello my ace man my mellow
John Wayne ain't got nothin' on my fringe game
Hello!
I can take some pro wings make 'em cool sell those
The sneaker heads will be like
Awww he got the velcro's
[Wanz:]
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got $20 in my pocket
I-I-I'm huntin' lookin' for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got $20 in my pocket
I-I-I'm huntin' lookin' for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
[Macklemore:]
Whatcha know 'bout rockin' the wolf on your noggin
Whatcha knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin
I'm diggin', I'm diggin', I'm searchin' right through that luggage
One man's trash that's another man's come-up
Thank ya grand dad for donating that plaid button
Up shirt 'cause right now I'm up in her skirts
I’m at the Goodwill you can find me in the
I’m not I'm not I’m not searchin' in that section
Your Grammy your Auntie your Momma your Mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies secondhand I rock that mothafucka
They built a onesie with the socks on the mothafucka
I hit the party and they stopped in that mothafucka
They be like oh! That Gucci that's hella tight. I'm like Yo! thats $50 for a t-shirt
Limited edition let's do some simple addition $50 for a t-shirt that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call that getting swindled and pitched shit
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirts hella dope and that bliss same one on six other people in this club is a hella don't
Eat game come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls with my brand man you hella won't
Man you hella won't
(Goodwill! Poppin' tags! Yeah!)
[Wanz:]
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got $20 in my pocket
I-I-I'm huntin' lookin' for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
I'll wear your grand dad's clothes
I look incredible
I’m in this big ass coat from that thrift shop down the road
I'll wear your grand dad's clothes
I look incredible
I’m in this big ass coat from that thrift shop down the road
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got $20 in my pocket
I-I-I'm huntin' lookin' for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
[Little Girl:]
Is that your grandma's coat?
