I was down on the ground with nobody,
|
Surrounded by towns and my sound was a hotie,
|
Now that I'm crowned they are standing in Harley,
|
They trying to come around now I'm somebody.
|
|
Little finger in the air with the hope and the prayer I started this
|
Never had the money that my daughter hit, there was a guid up on half the niggas started kicks.
|
Hard to steak, balls to give, it's stars when it's not market since you fall from you dark apartment equip
|
Really walk, wishing for the spot, taking hearts and they're hard to beat.
|
But they doubted me, 'cause I'm nothing like I never knew how to be stylistic,
|
It's fawl and it's proud to be while in this,
|
Thinking down, it's time to get the crown, shouting down,
|
People found, BMX rocked people's salary.
|
Way back when I was feeling defeated, in inspiration, motivation was needed.
|
Like the taste of regret I've exceeded, all the expectations you suckers can eat it.
|
|
This my world, this my game,
|
All the wicked shit is coming out of my brain.
|
This my girl, you think it's my date
|
And you can get it, I'm a get it pma
|
When I said the past scared and I would get the people like me, wouldn't dare to buy your shit.
|
So I told you before that my flow's sick, really sold in a row with my whole click.
|
Everybody listening to witness, text world win.
|
And I club with MGK, dick sets twirl in.
|
Fall to the top, never did stop, and all we gotta do is fuck the world in,
|
The haters in the past in my ass wanna come around like my ex-girlfriends.
|
|
Got a black eye that I splat, ayy
|
Ten top guy,
|
Screaming fuck the world, screaming fuck the world,
|
Fuck the world, screaming fuck the world.
|
|
And that's real, how I feel 24-7 in a city when a weak man die,
|
Do it whatever we got to do to survive,
|
Hand to the sky, middle finger up high screaming
|
Fuck the world, screaming fuck the world
|
Fuck the world, screaming fuck the world
|
|
I would never think I would rather die,
|
The thing I was going through and I was struggling to survive
|
Full of aversion and I'm ready to ride,
|
No tragedy for trying for I am a lion, I gotta try.
|
Full of trouble, I was feeling like a failure.
|
Finger to the industry, again, I was living in disgust.
|
Doing our jobs, everybody seeking me,
|
Try to live and work, like a fall from the bus.
|
Yeah, I was fucked up, but I gotta do it for y'all
|
Speaking these lyrics, 'cause I was ready to bass
|
Start in public of everybody in circle motherfuckers that wanna get in my city, I tell 'em no.
|
'Cause I gotta get money up in my anatomy, naturally,
|
And I gotta be gradually happy to humble.
|
And somebody wanna speak real on abortion,
|
So sometimes I just fuck 'em, I don't even bother.
|
|
And who knows what's next for three haters chasing dreams,
|
Heading from the middle west as we're spreading our wings.
|
All of us struggling over the summer,
|
Creating a subvision that will be stunning
|
We'll become the urban city into a show,
|
We will to see everybody for miles come running
|
Yelling for Machine Gun Kelly,
|
A track man that will get to dean by the price I'm smelling
|
We can take it to another level wherever you want to go,
|
Everybody put up your hands, I'm ready.
|
Come on, let your wow let loose,
|
Celebrate the fact that you made it, let me see you get punked.
|
You have been through some shit,
|
But you did it 'cause you have a heart and all the memories are hard.
|
|
Got a black eye that I splat, ayy
|
Ten top guy,
|
Screaming fuck the world, screaming fuck the world,
|
Fuck the world, screaming fuck the world.
|
|
And that's real, how I feel 24-7 in a city when a weak man die,
|
Do it whatever we got to do to survive,
|
Hand to the sky, middle finger up high screaming
|
Fuck the world, screaming fuck the world
|
Fuck the world, screaming fuck the world
|
|
From the back streets to the pack sheets,
|
On a block, running from cops like guy fleets
|
Whoever would've met from lace up could've got me to the finish like track meats.
|
And when everybody's hot on me, and if I don't need the fuel, don't gas me.
|
| It's been a long time coming since one hundred, mother fucker, come catch me. |
