Coming out the bottom of the mother fucking totem pole
Calling everyone who aint believe like I told them hoes
Now they on my scrotum though
And Ive been grinding so long its like I gotta blow
Baby mama calling up my phone, what the fuck you want
Cause I dont owe nobody shit stop askin
Haters get off of my dick, stop gaggin
They know Im schooling them, they tell me stop classin
We already know that you the shit stop gassin
Eck, and my flow is fucking sick dog
Make a bitch cough like a sick dog
Probably cause I spit raw
No fucking with this boy
Other rappers more uncool than when the fridge off
Damn I think my lids off, more mental then Sig Freud
Mind like a mother fucking-unsolvable jigsaw
People ask my audience what you listen him for?
Shit..cause I dont think Lil Waynes come this hard
My God, then what that mean
Since I aint son to nobody, then I must be king
Cocky with it, cause I know that cant nobody stop me with it
Wanna try? be ready to die, Kamikaze with it
Fuck a prince, I know Im the real shit ya dig
Cause aint no-mother-fucking-body done the shit I did
Im the man where Im from, but they call me the kid
Give me the crown cause if not then we taking that bitch
Mother fucker
100 words and running, 100 rappers that I ate still in my stomach
And 100 other coming, hustling for one-hundred a-hundreds
I dont give a fuck what you say, give me my money
Not college educated, but I can count a shit load
Connected like a constellation I can get you shipped more
Boy I do numbers with these verses check the info
Im Machine Gun Kelly what the fucks a pistol
What the fucks a white flag
What the fucks a price tag
What the fuck is beef? Fuck it show me wheres the mics at
I will tear each one of them mother fuckers a nice ass
No homo cause we dont get dicked, we aint like that
Nah bitch, shouldve hollered at me before
Cause fuck you pay me is now my steelo
And that goes for promoters, for the shows
For the verses, for the hoes
For the labels, what you owe
Bitch, give me my dough
Im the big baller, shot caller of my age
19-year old Dwayne Wade
And the Eastside on my back, no matter what they weigh
Clevelands number 23 like I aint know Lebron played
So whats up to all my fans who held me down since day one
Telling them Kells the hardest that they come
Gave the real what they want and I did that
So come and blow a blunt with your boy give it here let me split that
And I bet they wont forget that
Cause rappers forgot how to be real
Forgot how they used to be before the deal
But I remember still
Thats why Im not a member of fame
Just raw talent who remembers the game
And the name, Kells