Lyrics:
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
Freda Kelly in Liverpool
(Good old Freda) So on behalf of us all
I'd just
Like to say a great, big thank you to Ann
Bettina and Freda for
All the hard
the sun
I was brought up in rain
They say it gets better
And for sure it gets greater later
Paper chasing young nigga
I was smoking by the hills
I was
are gonna cheer
But the casual fans just want the album of the year
And the purest only want a album with Premier
Meanwhile I'm in Cali, khaki
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
public school too
Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call
Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from bein' done
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
has infinite and unlimited power
By listening to this but also by visiting any of my albums you're literally entering my current state of mind
You
album
I mean what's really good I mean you good you know)
But nah but what's really good I'm in the studio now
It's a beat out there its fire
What's
nigga
From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga
From Kelly Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in Iraq now
the album, y'all got me feeling important
But I never gas myself, was taught to practice humility
Besides, boasting and bragging just takes up too much energy
with a gang of true niggas
No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfuckers
Trust my pen is an infa-red
Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when I
and thank you Wes
I’ve had friends in the past but you guys are the best
No matter how much shit, always stuck by my side
Through the mud, through the egg,
In the beginning no different from the ending
It's the Killah Priest Iron Sheik from the middle east
Lacing it Sunz Of Man you know what I'm
sound fictional
But R kelly wrote the remix
To Ignition before the original
Prince's first album
He played every instrument
And sang all the vocals, wow
lookin' like an extra
Different color chess pieces hangin' from my necklace (bleh)
Stones too heavy, give me red neck, Texas
I cover it with scarves in
'em with the crack pot
Then I'm 'finna beat 'em in the parking lot
As they forgot that my alter ego can hit a jackpot
From a one shot slot machine
I
mom in a mini van
Running red lights through the city man
Earl simmons on belly
Keep rolling to the fetty
Preach words if they let me
The higher ups
said this before in this same interview
I think, my, my job is to somehow make them curious enough
Or persuade them by hook or crook
To get more aware
House right now MGK, Machine Gun Kelly
100 Words And Running is
The official mixtape, yeah
(yeah) it ain't what it seems
It ain't what it seems
It
them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet
How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had
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