Lyrics:
'Cause it won't be long before you have to crown me
If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin'
And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin?
I
the house & he brought his man with him
I leave rap in a state of shock
Where to rock, from the figures still
Play the block with my niggas
Ill lush,
Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish (uh huh)
While you standin' there with the Crist' in your cup (what?)
If worse come
people say from Chicago
and St. Louis
and Peoria by the way
to the lake of Minnesota where the rippling waters flow no chances to be
taken
why I get confused when you run from me
That's why when ya world falling down you shelter up under me
That shit be like that some time
By the way I
fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man
Dawg I been quite too long I been trying run dis money up & get it by my lonely (money money)
Bitch you hoe up in these streets dawg dem niggas really
Too Deep, I kinda Feel This Way
Dealing with this shit like Day To Day
You can hate the shit I say, but I'm just Long Overdue,
This Wild, Hate, Love,
my whole career for five years
As if he wasn't taking money from out my advance
I got out by a chance
Them nights was like the Superbowl watching
fuck ya
Way a nigga living when you see me in the picture
Difficult to tell the difference in the season when I'm thugging
Heart cold, long nose,
Brooklyn I rock Timberlands
Still toast cinnamon
Been gangster way before he dropped many men
Liquor in my system, voice raspy who I sound like?
Don't
different toilet, same shit
In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands
Still toast cinnamon
Been gangster way before he dropped many men
Liquor in my system, voice
This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he caught Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by
friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so
as fuck
IZAAK, ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE *Beat Switch*
Yo Jewak, it's time to drop this album bro, I dont know where youre at but he 651s got you, fuck
explain my plateau
And also what defines my name
Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same
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
done holding out damn, how he do it all by Himself that man got the juggernaut. You love to watch and talk that same talk that you keep talking but you
drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped
drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped
chick that
will ride or die pull a trigga
(for you)tek a bullet (for you) thats just the way i ride
I'm a Gangsta girl mi love mi gangsta guy kinda chick
and ridicule
The pedestal set, incredible shit, the belly
Was sick, his mind was glitched
He let off a clip
Him hit, Him miss, Him hit
Him spit this chick
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