Lyrics:
lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
If and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this
Chill
This Trap On My Heart Be My Wife Until I go Die By My Side This Trap Be The Love Of My Life I'm Finna Go Far With The Fight
He Come On My Doorstep
dead
The way this shit going, I'm finna make a few more
It's my man, homie, homie
And I can't even kill him
But every nigga he hang with gone get
with the Doc right
(By your side)
Puttin' tubes in you and you can't even eat right
They puttin' food in you
Your body's getting colder
Devil
Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't want to ride with me nigga
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin' car man
Yo why you trippin' man? Get
courts (Fuckery)
I wake up with the wildest thoughts
Get money if I didn't then I'll do it by force (Get money)
The corn in the mash got force 44 kicks off
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
Bless your hearts
You had plans didn’t you
Saw her with me
Thought that you could be her man didn’t you
We don’t expand issues
Just disband venues
dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with
mine, gimme mine
Ban my rhymes, now it's back to bustin' nines
And bustas can't get none, hell no
A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw
I
Belgian girls have the wickedest slam
Inna Berlin
Only patois Dem can Over-stand
Move with a clique like troops inna Afghanistan
Can't walk Weh We Bang
nigga, fuck a patek
Everyday I smoke pound with a fucking baddie
Lose a bitch to the streets, man, that shit saddest
And I know that she stay with her baby
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I
the list
Ion pop Percocets, I rather get it jumpin' off the Liq'
Just made twenty-two hunnid on Kyrie Irving, Mavericks
I came a long way, don't pass
Africa
Them use a tactic but dem can't get out I n I with them politricks
A the Berlin conference inna 1884 create every slum in Africa
From the Gold Cost
Eh Eh Ehhh
You know how we do it (eh)
My nigga Stunner
Yo that guy (yeah)
You know that vibe (yeah)
That guy with the go get that shut
You get me
My
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
and spectator get low
Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Bigelow
Bust off trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe
Ah two gun me have, me bust dem inna
tryna by (just tryna get by, yeah)
Look at they man eye, big man, they never try
So we rolled with them, stole with them
I mean loyalty, niggas
(look)
You don't wanna get left in a mess
Gun shot from the right and the left (boom)
Fifty G's won't pay for your life
Get blazed like Khaled with
they jealous man
I'm tryna get my pockets fat too, something Precious like a good fella man
I'm still da Don, still da one, still da mob but you can't
he came through with a bag of his soldiers
And Kyle he jumped out with his young boy Bailey
So dats more guns, more bodies, more ammo
Kyron can't
there sweetheart, you know, I can't do it. Pretty kind of useless, though, don't you think so Mary?
Man: Come with me to the far lands of Baghdad.
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