This should be played at high volume
Hahaha, got em!
Im boss, youre a bred hustla
 state my name, Killer Kells motherr, ayy!
Yall better get your paper,  pocket change gets stomped on
My dollar bills get raised up, never see no hater
My 
Currency stack is so high that we need every acre
I hustle for corporate dollars, drink in peace, bitch
Come on, in silence, give me the check or put the chains up
Yeah, we made ya
This is my muscle, my product, my hustle, my fame
My block, my game, my world, my life
I came down, both doors pop and the bass pound
I got more bump in my trunk than all the in A-Town
I am who? Kells
Was broke as a pole, man, now Im rich as a cartel 
Hell, lot more of them trying to spend bills
 liquor for tropical rain, hit on my windshield
From Js with no boots, pants with no loops 
Now Im the king of the concrete jungle, no zoo 
Grind hard, hustle the hustle, and stay hungry
Its Machine Gun Kelly, the kid get money
We do this for the block 
We do this for the streets 
Ayy, I do this for the world 
Rap for my vision
Get rich, get money
Cleveland, raise up!
 hotness, VBS stones and cold watches
Open safe deposits and overflow them boxes 
Flash flood, vaults, here in your day office 
Keys to the bank, yes, call me the locksmith
I done came up
Groupies all over my jock when I step in this spot
Girl, call me Jadakiss, mwah
 leave pecks on the forehead, goodnight, haters
I wake up in a small green building, crawl up, alligator
I terminate her, Kells Schwarzenegger 
Pow, pow, let them shots fly
Corporate America want a piece of the pie
But it Im gonna keep in mind 
Now I shine
None of yall ever seen what night 
Its my house, I pay the bills so I will turn the lights out
Where my goons at? Gotta keep my squad tight
From the block, paper load and we hit the block up all night
And the dogs like, we hustling kings
Make money, take money, its a hustling gig
We do this for the block 
We do this for the streets 
Ayy, I do this for the world 
Rap for my vision
Get rich, get money
Cleveland, raise up!
We do this for the block 
We do this for the streets 
Ayy, I do this for the world 
Rap for my vision
Get rich, get money
Cleveland, raise up!
Hundred sixty-five pounds
With the heart of a heavyweight, Im holding this game down
Get your hands up in the air now
Its a shakedown, consider your wallet on a break now
From the suburbs across town, we ball out
My closets a department store, what the fk is a 
Jaguar , big fist, normal
Less talk, more drank, spill til we fall out
I grinded before birth, speeders
Now streets on both sides of my Adidas
 speeders
People when they see us, those who hate wanna be us
Im rich as a biatch
Im a mean man, but I do own 
In the beginning of my ends
Wanna do long, lemme grab my lens
Zoom in, hot damn
Hundred thousand turn into a Benz
 nose ring, these troubles Im like a patient
More , more mic, and a hustlas motivation
We do this for the block 
We do this for the streets 
Ayy, I do this for the world 
Rap for my vision
Get rich, get money
Cleveland, raise up!
We do this for the block 
We do this for the streets 
Ayy, I do this for the world 
Rap for my vision
Get rich, get money
Cleveland, raise up!
Yo, this is your boy, Machine Gun Kelly, MGK
And I am officially certified, man
So go cop that Stamp of Approval mixtape
Available now