[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