4th Coast Freestyle lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
[Intro:]
Ay dolph if I had to borrow this beat
My city need me real quick
[Verse:]
My bitches say I'm nasty than a mothafucka
I hit the jace thraxy than a mothafucka
Vintage frames classic than a mothafucka
Backseat of the uber ashin' like a mothafucka
I be high as Snoop, sippin' gin and juice
Get me drunk I'll stomp yo ass out in these diesel boots
In the streets tryin' to change me, but I can't do that
My city miss me so I booked a jet and flew back
Ay fuck yo questions what you askin' bout this mothafucka
It ain't no talkin' it's just action out this mothafucka
Talk bout Cleveland then we taxin' out this mothafucka
We get them Benjamins and Jacksons out that mothafucka
I went from one bedroom apartments to a mansion (whoa there)
I fuck my bitch and we listen to Marilyn Manson (whoa there)
They be tryin' figure out how I get all the grams
I say the plug is my mothafuckin' biggest fan
Blow some smoke up in the air, let them know we here
Let me make it clear, don't you ever mothafuckin' dare
Disrespect the youngest bosses up in here, this is not a game
I am just a player, I see all this tryin' take up my career
I need inspiration, I look in the mirror
Pablo Escobar with the yay, I don't sell it I just let'em play
I don't tell'em, they just know what's up
Clean the whole plate, let me fuck
Hit the range on a Sunday, I'm like Rambo with the K
Put some pictures of my haters on
Load them rounds up, let them spray
That's some fucked up shit to say
Oh well, I'm fucked up anyway
Few have the suite at the palms
Black suits like it's wedding day
We don't wife shit, we just pipe shit
EST dawg that's for life shit
I'm a livin' legend fuck the hype shit
I'm a livin' legend fuck the hype shit
I'm on my shit call a flight to the grammys
Like give me what you owe me
Lookin' like Cavaliers at the finals
I'm about to get the fuckin' trophy
Ride around the land with my top down
Just standin' on the bridge at my town
4th coast midwest represent (rep, rep)
We don't talk about it, we just rep the shit
Ride around the land with my top down
Just standin' on the bridge at my town
4th coast midwest represent (rep, rep)
We don't talk about it, we just rep the shit
[Outro:]
(I'm back bitch, Ay!)
Ay dolph if I had to borrow this beat
My city need me real quick
[Verse:]
My bitches say I'm nasty than a mothafucka
I hit the jace thraxy than a mothafucka
Vintage frames classic than a mothafucka
Backseat of the uber ashin' like a mothafucka
I be high as Snoop, sippin' gin and juice
Get me drunk I'll stomp yo ass out in these diesel boots
In the streets tryin' to change me, but I can't do that
My city miss me so I booked a jet and flew back
Ay fuck yo questions what you askin' bout this mothafucka
It ain't no talkin' it's just action out this mothafucka
Talk bout Cleveland then we taxin' out this mothafucka
We get them Benjamins and Jacksons out that mothafucka
I went from one bedroom apartments to a mansion (whoa there)
I fuck my bitch and we listen to Marilyn Manson (whoa there)
They be tryin' figure out how I get all the grams
I say the plug is my mothafuckin' biggest fan
Blow some smoke up in the air, let them know we here
Let me make it clear, don't you ever mothafuckin' dare
Disrespect the youngest bosses up in here, this is not a game
I am just a player, I see all this tryin' take up my career
I need inspiration, I look in the mirror
Pablo Escobar with the yay, I don't sell it I just let'em play
I don't tell'em, they just know what's up
Clean the whole plate, let me fuck
Hit the range on a Sunday, I'm like Rambo with the K
Put some pictures of my haters on
Load them rounds up, let them spray
That's some fucked up shit to say
Oh well, I'm fucked up anyway
Few have the suite at the palms
Black suits like it's wedding day
We don't wife shit, we just pipe shit
EST dawg that's for life shit
I'm a livin' legend fuck the hype shit
I'm a livin' legend fuck the hype shit
I'm on my shit call a flight to the grammys
Like give me what you owe me
Lookin' like Cavaliers at the finals
I'm about to get the fuckin' trophy
Ride around the land with my top down
Just standin' on the bridge at my town
4th coast midwest represent (rep, rep)
We don't talk about it, we just rep the shit
Ride around the land with my top down
Just standin' on the bridge at my town
4th coast midwest represent (rep, rep)
We don't talk about it, we just rep the shit
[Outro:]
(I'm back bitch, Ay!)
Dopeman lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Dopeman
Dopeman
Fuck the police
JP Did This One
I just hung up with the dope man
He just pulled up in the O van
Piece in my pocket click clack
Bitch I don't trust nobody get back
My tempo is slurred
Twist that hash with my herb
Mix that soda and syrup
Holdin' my strap like The Purge
Undercovers is the undercovers
Run motherfucker run motherfucker
My homie Tone threw his 45 on the ground
Both got lost and they never get found
Cut through the park stay low, stay low
Hear the pitbulls bark there they go
I should've went to class this month
But I said fuck that I'm ghost, so
I just rolled up on the dope man
Ay, young gunna, OKAY
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I just got a scale by the way
Shout out Patty Cake by the way
Told me never put a whole gram in a dime
Give 'em point seven and them fools be fine
But how you gon' sell by the way
You ain't got a clientele by the way
I'm a hit Tri-C with a couple packs
And if the motherfuckers sellin I'm a double back
Phone ringin more than the operator
And the dealers who deliver gettin all the paper
I spend Sunday trapping on Union
Serving my people like Communion
Can I front em a ten (No)
I am not a friend (No)
Give me money, take this (dope)
Can I get an amen?
Kells!
OKAY
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
We gotta make some money
It can help us out with a better car
Man fuck his son
You gotta better idea?
It's gonna be somethin' ya'know
We can get a job at Mcdonald's
Man we can't get no bitches smellin' like french fries
We can get fat bitches
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Fuck the police
JP Did This One
I just hung up with the dope man
He just pulled up in the O van
Piece in my pocket click clack
Bitch I don't trust nobody get back
My tempo is slurred
Twist that hash with my herb
Mix that soda and syrup
Holdin' my strap like The Purge
Undercovers is the undercovers
Run motherfucker run motherfucker
My homie Tone threw his 45 on the ground
Both got lost and they never get found
Cut through the park stay low, stay low
Hear the pitbulls bark there they go
I should've went to class this month
But I said fuck that I'm ghost, so
I just rolled up on the dope man
Ay, young gunna, OKAY
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I just got a scale by the way
Shout out Patty Cake by the way
Told me never put a whole gram in a dime
Give 'em point seven and them fools be fine
But how you gon' sell by the way
You ain't got a clientele by the way
I'm a hit Tri-C with a couple packs
And if the motherfuckers sellin I'm a double back
Phone ringin more than the operator
And the dealers who deliver gettin all the paper
I spend Sunday trapping on Union
Serving my people like Communion
Can I front em a ten (No)
I am not a friend (No)
Give me money, take this (dope)
Can I get an amen?
Kells!
OKAY
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
We gotta make some money
It can help us out with a better car
Man fuck his son
You gotta better idea?
It's gonna be somethin' ya'know
We can get a job at Mcdonald's
Man we can't get no bitches smellin' like french fries
We can get fat bitches
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Fire In The Booth (Freestyle) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Now there's a meaning to this thing called life
But you just gotta find it in this thing called strife
I wish I could rewind and show you this is all hype
Show you just because they stars doesn't mean they got stripes, for real though
But me, I got them verses that'll kill though
And me, I'm EST now that's a family I would kill for
Shout out to the fans who held me down before the deal though
And I can't forget my team, I pray one day we'll make a million, and blow it all
Cause when we die we ain't taking it wit us
Materials make a [?]
Now ain't that backwards we impressed by the fame in this era
My girl a queen, she don't need a tiara
She don't need an umbrella either just give her the ring
We don't need help, they the built the pyramids without a crane
Insane sometimes I feel we born without a brain
We only looking at the dollars, what we really need is change
I'm sayin, if that shit doesn't register, might as well get used to stealing singles out the register
Baby momma calling, she need 30 for a pedicure
Student loan collector blow your phone up on the regular
How we supposed to live baby? This isn't it baby
We supposed to have a condo and a crib baby
But you forgot the first rule of the game
They don't remember riches, they just remember the name
Kells...
Now go and get it homie
One thing for sure I know the block ain't gonna get it for me
Two thing's for certain, I ain't tryna let em [?]
And if they is just know I'm walking wit my pistol on me
This ain't that B shit or C shit, this is that D.O.D shit
That means Do or Die, cause ain't no you, if it's you and I
I ain't a gangster but I will be just to stay alive
I'm rollin' in the cut, staying high
Roll to the cinema and stay the night
My life's like TV with this daytime drama
All this Law and Order, a lot of comedy
And relationships like Tina and Ike, these bitches crazy
That's why I'm tellin' ya
Look up at the sky instead of staring at a cellular
You could be the greatest why would you wanna be regular?
Just know that your greatness comes from how they gon' remember ya
Not from how you spend baby, that isn't it baby
You ain't gotta have a condo or a crib baby
But now you know the first rule of the game
They don't remember riches, they just remember the name...
Kells
Rose from the ashes like a Phoenix
Rose, rose [?]
Got my weight up in my hood we call that triple-beamin'
Fuck introductions, skip the name and just call me Cleveland
Homie caught up at bail, tryna get out this precinct
Tell 'em we give 'em hell, funny I started preaching
And when I say I gotta respect the city you gon' believe it
Cause everybody left us and they know I'm never leaving
So I turn it up one time for the days standing on the corner
Talkin' shit and getting lifted, sippin' brews and Arizona
And when one time came through everybody gone except for me
I couldn't leave, I am a loner, with the mind of a stoner
And dreams of putting this game in a choker
And fuckin her till she pay me like Oprah
I'm not a hoper, I'm a knower
I'll voice in the forecast like Al Roker
So even if it pours, I am Noah, two oars
Two rowers, row us to two shores
I found promised land, now we lying on two floors
One for the fam, the other for two whores
Fuck two minutes, I did this in two chords, of course
I'm too versatile for a chorus
I'm done too many tours to be a tourist
Fuck the magazine, I am the Source
I am too bossed to be employed
More stories about your boy than Chuck Norris
Man, listen up!...
All I know, all I know
I am from the city where the grass don't grow
I am from the city in the middle of the map
Where half these motherfuckers that rap don't go
All I know, all I know
If I throw this cash then her ass get slow
But I am from the city where the cash don't blow
So I came up for myself and smash that ho
Smash that ho, smash that ho
Treat her like a bop it and I pass that ho
And I ain't saying nothing that my fans don't know
I'm an EST boy till the casket close
Six foot deep, six foot three
Eight motherfuckers in the SUV
Eight new states in a seven day week
Whole world laced up like some brand new sneaks
And they know I'm gonna raise till I'm face up
Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up
Damn these EST boy's done came up
Dirty ass Chucks and a bad bitch lace up...
[?]
But you just gotta find it in this thing called strife
I wish I could rewind and show you this is all hype
Show you just because they stars doesn't mean they got stripes, for real though
But me, I got them verses that'll kill though
And me, I'm EST now that's a family I would kill for
Shout out to the fans who held me down before the deal though
And I can't forget my team, I pray one day we'll make a million, and blow it all
Cause when we die we ain't taking it wit us
Materials make a [?]
Now ain't that backwards we impressed by the fame in this era
My girl a queen, she don't need a tiara
She don't need an umbrella either just give her the ring
We don't need help, they the built the pyramids without a crane
Insane sometimes I feel we born without a brain
We only looking at the dollars, what we really need is change
I'm sayin, if that shit doesn't register, might as well get used to stealing singles out the register
Baby momma calling, she need 30 for a pedicure
Student loan collector blow your phone up on the regular
How we supposed to live baby? This isn't it baby
We supposed to have a condo and a crib baby
But you forgot the first rule of the game
They don't remember riches, they just remember the name
Kells...
Now go and get it homie
One thing for sure I know the block ain't gonna get it for me
Two thing's for certain, I ain't tryna let em [?]
And if they is just know I'm walking wit my pistol on me
This ain't that B shit or C shit, this is that D.O.D shit
That means Do or Die, cause ain't no you, if it's you and I
I ain't a gangster but I will be just to stay alive
I'm rollin' in the cut, staying high
Roll to the cinema and stay the night
My life's like TV with this daytime drama
All this Law and Order, a lot of comedy
And relationships like Tina and Ike, these bitches crazy
That's why I'm tellin' ya
Look up at the sky instead of staring at a cellular
You could be the greatest why would you wanna be regular?
Just know that your greatness comes from how they gon' remember ya
Not from how you spend baby, that isn't it baby
You ain't gotta have a condo or a crib baby
But now you know the first rule of the game
They don't remember riches, they just remember the name...
Kells
Rose from the ashes like a Phoenix
Rose, rose [?]
Got my weight up in my hood we call that triple-beamin'
Fuck introductions, skip the name and just call me Cleveland
Homie caught up at bail, tryna get out this precinct
Tell 'em we give 'em hell, funny I started preaching
And when I say I gotta respect the city you gon' believe it
Cause everybody left us and they know I'm never leaving
So I turn it up one time for the days standing on the corner
Talkin' shit and getting lifted, sippin' brews and Arizona
And when one time came through everybody gone except for me
I couldn't leave, I am a loner, with the mind of a stoner
And dreams of putting this game in a choker
And fuckin her till she pay me like Oprah
I'm not a hoper, I'm a knower
I'll voice in the forecast like Al Roker
So even if it pours, I am Noah, two oars
Two rowers, row us to two shores
I found promised land, now we lying on two floors
One for the fam, the other for two whores
Fuck two minutes, I did this in two chords, of course
I'm too versatile for a chorus
I'm done too many tours to be a tourist
Fuck the magazine, I am the Source
I am too bossed to be employed
More stories about your boy than Chuck Norris
Man, listen up!...
All I know, all I know
I am from the city where the grass don't grow
I am from the city in the middle of the map
Where half these motherfuckers that rap don't go
All I know, all I know
If I throw this cash then her ass get slow
But I am from the city where the cash don't blow
So I came up for myself and smash that ho
Smash that ho, smash that ho
Treat her like a bop it and I pass that ho
And I ain't saying nothing that my fans don't know
I'm an EST boy till the casket close
Six foot deep, six foot three
Eight motherfuckers in the SUV
Eight new states in a seven day week
Whole world laced up like some brand new sneaks
And they know I'm gonna raise till I'm face up
Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up
Damn these EST boy's done came up
Dirty ass Chucks and a bad bitch lace up...
[?]
Just What I Am (Remix) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
9:56 AM
Roll the windows down
Let the smoke out, aye
Wake and bitch
Aye, I'm just what you made, God
I been high as fuck
Since me and my home boy a rhyme
Was in town with city tryna catch that bus
We out chere what you mean?
Back in shaker, baggin' tree
Baby mama call from the college
Said them kids wanna pay the fee
I'm up early in the morning
Smoke in public, my trap is jumpin'
I made two hundred, that count for somethin'
I pull up get them lil Debbie muffins
I'm out chere on my daughter
Whiskey, weed, and water
Just beat that misdemeanor last week
Need more money for the lawyer
I need new carpet at the crib
God damn this roach is where I live
So dope, put some groceries in the fridge
Young man, just hope that God forgives
Fast forward, old hoes knockin' on my door
Askin' where do I be at now
Smokin' loud on my tour bus
Famous bitch in my back lounge
I done blew up past rap now
And it feel good bitch I'm from the hood
So I lived a life I that I should you, hoe
Get the shit understood you, hoe
Came in this shit as a kid, you know
I ain't Cudi, but that's the buddy
We in couch party talkin' Cobain
Smokin' hella J's out in London
No beef at 16, I had no chips at 16
Call Ben Baller, told him we need custom
Diamond Cleveland championship rings
We need all of them big things
Just cause we deserve it
Just cause the ones who fucked me over
All need to see if it was worth it
Damn, old homies switched up on me
Why am I not surprised?
Lookin' at me like I need to share the piece
When they weren't even there to make the pie
Man, that's why
Yeah, yeah
Fake friends. Fuck them, right though
Ay fuck a fake friend, get high
And talk to God dawg motherfucker
Let me tell ya'll about my month ya'll
Codine in my blunts ya'll
Like why the fuck did I smoke the shit?
Fell asleep and never woke up from it
But whatever, that man ain't wearin' my denim pants
And these long, long nights on all this cocaine
Ain't working man
So, what am I to do
When the game is so fake and I am true
And my city just got the W
And the number one spot is vacant too
And I think my foot might fit the shoe
And I think my glasses look a fool
And I know my daughter so proud
Tell the kids my daddy got a pool
And I can't stop smilin' at the crib
I can't stop frownin' out in public
I got this paparazzi on me
Or see these rappers actin' funny
I see them stealin' what I did
I see them pimpin' out the culture
I heard the game missed the kid
Dear hip-hop this what I wrote y'all
Just what I am
Young kells in this motherfucker
Young gun in this motherfucker blam, aye
For my city though, for the game
EST. That is me, huh, hold up that is we, aye
Double X, aye,
We the best, aye
Bake boulevard going crazy though
Red lights motherfucker, white smoke, ha ha
Roll the windows down
Let the smoke out, aye
Wake and bitch
Aye, I'm just what you made, God
I been high as fuck
Since me and my home boy a rhyme
Was in town with city tryna catch that bus
We out chere what you mean?
Back in shaker, baggin' tree
Baby mama call from the college
Said them kids wanna pay the fee
I'm up early in the morning
Smoke in public, my trap is jumpin'
I made two hundred, that count for somethin'
I pull up get them lil Debbie muffins
I'm out chere on my daughter
Whiskey, weed, and water
Just beat that misdemeanor last week
Need more money for the lawyer
I need new carpet at the crib
God damn this roach is where I live
So dope, put some groceries in the fridge
Young man, just hope that God forgives
Fast forward, old hoes knockin' on my door
Askin' where do I be at now
Smokin' loud on my tour bus
Famous bitch in my back lounge
I done blew up past rap now
And it feel good bitch I'm from the hood
So I lived a life I that I should you, hoe
Get the shit understood you, hoe
Came in this shit as a kid, you know
I ain't Cudi, but that's the buddy
We in couch party talkin' Cobain
Smokin' hella J's out in London
No beef at 16, I had no chips at 16
Call Ben Baller, told him we need custom
Diamond Cleveland championship rings
We need all of them big things
Just cause we deserve it
Just cause the ones who fucked me over
All need to see if it was worth it
Damn, old homies switched up on me
Why am I not surprised?
Lookin' at me like I need to share the piece
When they weren't even there to make the pie
Man, that's why
Yeah, yeah
Fake friends. Fuck them, right though
Ay fuck a fake friend, get high
And talk to God dawg motherfucker
Let me tell ya'll about my month ya'll
Codine in my blunts ya'll
Like why the fuck did I smoke the shit?
Fell asleep and never woke up from it
But whatever, that man ain't wearin' my denim pants
And these long, long nights on all this cocaine
Ain't working man
So, what am I to do
When the game is so fake and I am true
And my city just got the W
And the number one spot is vacant too
And I think my foot might fit the shoe
And I think my glasses look a fool
And I know my daughter so proud
Tell the kids my daddy got a pool
And I can't stop smilin' at the crib
I can't stop frownin' out in public
I got this paparazzi on me
Or see these rappers actin' funny
I see them stealin' what I did
I see them pimpin' out the culture
I heard the game missed the kid
Dear hip-hop this what I wrote y'all
Just what I am
Young kells in this motherfucker
Young gun in this motherfucker blam, aye
For my city though, for the game
EST. That is me, huh, hold up that is we, aye
Double X, aye,
We the best, aye
Bake boulevard going crazy though
Red lights motherfucker, white smoke, ha ha
LA Leakers Freestyle #013 lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Look, you wanna know who's in my top ten
Me, me, me and me again
Run and tell them that it ain't pretend
No fake news, CNN
Run and tell them that I lay the pipe
All my exes still sprung
That must mean the double X's on my chest ain't the only thing huh
What did I do to deserve this?
I can tell you if you listen
The difference is you a gimmick, I earned this
Someone give me some detergent
I just came out of the mud
Wipe my sneakers on the rug
No ID's for the club
No idea where the stash is, hidden pocket for the drugs
Tell the police suck my dick like sluts
I will not budge
Nor will I trust, I am rich like Russ
I used to grab my daughter from her mothers house on 112th and Dove
They tried to kill me in my dads truck
I had a 40 in my pants tucked
You know I am from the land of
Young killers, no manners
Put the purple in the fantas
Eyes red like Santas
And now a driver pulls the van up
Now they watchin me wit cameras
Had to shut down the campus
All the way to Los Angeles
See ya'll got me on some trash
Got me speakin on the past
Like I wasn't on a private jet with Dan Gilbert gettin Kyrie at the draft
Like I wasn't shining on my XXL freshman class
Like I needed these collabs
Just to get these plaques
No, I got plenty of 'em
Man I'm solo on many of 'em
Y'all know I changed rap
Live shows I changed that
Mosh pits since way back
My guitar, I play that
Ya'll witnessing a rock star kissin on a pop star
Power, I bloom, no flower
Swisher sweet full of sour
That's a juxstaposition
Shut the fuck up and listen
Just to meet me in the present is a present
Meet me for dinner at seven, a celebration is in order
Book me a table at Beauty & Essex
I don't need the menu neither
Bring me some Yellow Tail and tequila
Used to eat Taco Bell every evening
That's what the fuck I was doing in Cleveland
Aye, worth the wait
Third album on the way, y'all know I slay
I shotgun pump, I don't pump brakes
I'm my favorite rapper alive since my favorite rapper banned me from Shade 45
I wonder, what now?
It's the Gunna (click clack, keep going?)
Look, ya'll don't gotta hear shit
Ask anybody in the 216 if my name rings bells in them bricks
Everybody know who that is
So what you hate boy, you late boy
You ain't heard about that great boy
The 3 letter name caucase boy
Used to live right there up the way boy
Man you heard about him, said the name
Saw the iTunes and clicked to play
You liked the shit and then bought the shit
And put 'em on a playlist right next to Jay
Yo girl saw me and I signed her tits
Disappeared, you couldn't find the bitch
And your heart stopped, you know what time it is
Aye her man called me like
Be humble, not now
It's the Gunner, need my crown
Gimme that
Me, me, me and me again
Run and tell them that it ain't pretend
No fake news, CNN
Run and tell them that I lay the pipe
All my exes still sprung
That must mean the double X's on my chest ain't the only thing huh
What did I do to deserve this?
I can tell you if you listen
The difference is you a gimmick, I earned this
Someone give me some detergent
I just came out of the mud
Wipe my sneakers on the rug
No ID's for the club
No idea where the stash is, hidden pocket for the drugs
Tell the police suck my dick like sluts
I will not budge
Nor will I trust, I am rich like Russ
I used to grab my daughter from her mothers house on 112th and Dove
They tried to kill me in my dads truck
I had a 40 in my pants tucked
You know I am from the land of
Young killers, no manners
Put the purple in the fantas
Eyes red like Santas
And now a driver pulls the van up
Now they watchin me wit cameras
Had to shut down the campus
All the way to Los Angeles
See ya'll got me on some trash
Got me speakin on the past
Like I wasn't on a private jet with Dan Gilbert gettin Kyrie at the draft
Like I wasn't shining on my XXL freshman class
Like I needed these collabs
Just to get these plaques
No, I got plenty of 'em
Man I'm solo on many of 'em
Y'all know I changed rap
Live shows I changed that
Mosh pits since way back
My guitar, I play that
Ya'll witnessing a rock star kissin on a pop star
Power, I bloom, no flower
Swisher sweet full of sour
That's a juxstaposition
Shut the fuck up and listen
Just to meet me in the present is a present
Meet me for dinner at seven, a celebration is in order
Book me a table at Beauty & Essex
I don't need the menu neither
Bring me some Yellow Tail and tequila
Used to eat Taco Bell every evening
That's what the fuck I was doing in Cleveland
Aye, worth the wait
Third album on the way, y'all know I slay
I shotgun pump, I don't pump brakes
I'm my favorite rapper alive since my favorite rapper banned me from Shade 45
I wonder, what now?
It's the Gunna (click clack, keep going?)
Look, ya'll don't gotta hear shit
Ask anybody in the 216 if my name rings bells in them bricks
Everybody know who that is
So what you hate boy, you late boy
You ain't heard about that great boy
The 3 letter name caucase boy
Used to live right there up the way boy
Man you heard about him, said the name
Saw the iTunes and clicked to play
You liked the shit and then bought the shit
And put 'em on a playlist right next to Jay
Yo girl saw me and I signed her tits
Disappeared, you couldn't find the bitch
And your heart stopped, you know what time it is
Aye her man called me like
Be humble, not now
It's the Gunner, need my crown
Gimme that
Till I Die (Cavs Remix) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Boy, I'm from The Land, till I die (till I die) till I die
On the East Side till I die (till I die) till I die
Rockin' out Wine and Gold till I die (till I die) till I die
In the hood, I'm good till I die, CLE till I die, yeah
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on
What you on?
Steppin' on the court like 23
I was made for the game like Kyrie
Representin' for the city, yeah I be
In the land, yeah that's where you gonna find me
Courtside at the Q in the floor seat, uh
Erry'body in the team eatin'
Green meals, y'all know it's the Green Season
Catch me on Lee, up at Sharks eatin'
Whippin' with the hot sauce like I'm street leaguin', And-1 doe
On the flo' goin' up, doe
3 points to the dunk doe, me and Shump doe
My city, my city
Been turned up from the jump tho
Boy, I'm from The Land, till I die (till I die) till I die
On the East Side till I die (till I die) till I die
Rockin' out Wine and Gold till I die (till I die) till I die
In the hood, I'm good till I die, CLE till I die, ho
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on
On the East Side till I die (till I die) till I die
Rockin' out Wine and Gold till I die (till I die) till I die
In the hood, I'm good till I die, CLE till I die, yeah
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on
What you on?
Steppin' on the court like 23
I was made for the game like Kyrie
Representin' for the city, yeah I be
In the land, yeah that's where you gonna find me
Courtside at the Q in the floor seat, uh
Erry'body in the team eatin'
Green meals, y'all know it's the Green Season
Catch me on Lee, up at Sharks eatin'
Whippin' with the hot sauce like I'm street leaguin', And-1 doe
On the flo' goin' up, doe
3 points to the dunk doe, me and Shump doe
My city, my city
Been turned up from the jump tho
Boy, I'm from The Land, till I die (till I die) till I die
On the East Side till I die (till I die) till I die
Rockin' out Wine and Gold till I die (till I die) till I die
In the hood, I'm good till I die, CLE till I die, ho
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on
Young Man lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Chief Keef
Sosa baby
Reportin' live from the GLO pad
Gang in this bitch
You know how we rockin', cut off stockings
Kush in my pocket nigga all designer
Get yo' girl number
Get ready for the turned up ha ha
Smack the shit outta him
Smack the shit outta him
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure
They call me a savage (they call me a savage)
I be doin' damage (I be doin' damage)
Smokin' with your bitch (smokin', smokin', smokin')
Posin' for the camera, I look like a model (fuck it)
Jamo out the bottle (fuck it)
40 in the glove box, that shit fill you up with hollows (boom)
[Chief Keef:]
Where the smokes at?
Roll it, roll it, roll it
Cash in a bag
I hold it, hold it, hold it
Niggas hatin' on me
I know it, know it, know it
Got a pint of the narcotics
You know I'mma pour it, pour it, pour it
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Bitch I pop top on your block on the west side feelin' like Pac
Bandana swing out my pocket
Middle finger up motherfuck cops
Catch me in the land with the hat back
Matte black Range Rove', pistol where the lap at.
OZ in the backpack, 26 years old, more hoes than the rat pack
Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure
This is for the motherfuckers who ain't livin' by the rules
This is for my youngins' out here finna act a motherfucking fool
I'm forever young blue and red pills feeling like the Matrix
You know where I'm from, don't nobody ask for nothin' we just take it
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (always stay down for your bros)
Young man, young man (don't you ever break the code)
Young man, young man (don't get caught up in these hoes)
Young man, young man (go live that life that you suppose to)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Reportin' live from the GLO pad
Gang in this bitch
You know how we rockin', cut off stockings
Kush in my pocket nigga all designer
Get yo' girl number
Get ready for the turned up ha ha
Smack the shit outta him
Smack the shit outta him
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure
They call me a savage (they call me a savage)
I be doin' damage (I be doin' damage)
Smokin' with your bitch (smokin', smokin', smokin')
Posin' for the camera, I look like a model (fuck it)
Jamo out the bottle (fuck it)
40 in the glove box, that shit fill you up with hollows (boom)
[Chief Keef:]
Where the smokes at?
Roll it, roll it, roll it
Cash in a bag
I hold it, hold it, hold it
Niggas hatin' on me
I know it, know it, know it
Got a pint of the narcotics
You know I'mma pour it, pour it, pour it
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Bitch I pop top on your block on the west side feelin' like Pac
Bandana swing out my pocket
Middle finger up motherfuck cops
Catch me in the land with the hat back
Matte black Range Rove', pistol where the lap at.
OZ in the backpack, 26 years old, more hoes than the rat pack
Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure
This is for the motherfuckers who ain't livin' by the rules
This is for my youngins' out here finna act a motherfucking fool
I'm forever young blue and red pills feeling like the Matrix
You know where I'm from, don't nobody ask for nothin' we just take it
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (always stay down for your bros)
Young man, young man (don't you ever break the code)
Young man, young man (don't get caught up in these hoes)
Young man, young man (go live that life that you suppose to)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)