[Intro: Hardstone]
Oh, I said it, yeah
[?]
Listen, gangster!
[Chorus: Hardstone Machine Gun Kelly]
When you see me rolling down on the street
Put your hands in the air, come roll with me (Hands up!)
See, I'm an African OG
I got everything you want, if you get in with me (No!)
I [?] gangster, baby
MGK, we the hustler, baby (Kells!)
I know you think I'm crazy (Let's go!)
I gotta rise to the top, I got a feeling, baby
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Man, I ain't never heard nobody with a sound like me
Make something outta nothing and brought up for my town like we
And I won't stop until the whole hood bounce with me
Shouts to all my people that I [?]
But ain't going back down, ya dig?
Hollerin' yeah for sure, we made it, in trends I rock the latest
Came from nothing but lint in my pocket
To spreading these Benjamins out like latex
Party like it's Vegas then I'm dippin' out like craters
Inspiration's what paid us, so I give credit to all my haters
Yeah, and I can't help it that I'm hood bitch
Step out of the jet with Hardstone know they see that I'm good, shit
I make this money rain, sleet, hail, snow
Where the train, car, plane on my feet, I'll roll
I'm from Cleveland mothafucker, so until then
I'm biting my mouth for nobody and keep stacking up my ends
I'm 'bout my bread, baby, so make sure that it cook right
I was born to be on top, so what the bottom look like huh?
Oh, I said it, yeah
[?]
Listen, gangster!
[Chorus: Hardstone Machine Gun Kelly]
When you see me rolling down on the street
Put your hands in the air, come roll with me (Hands up!)
See, I'm an African OG
I got everything you want, if you get in with me (No!)
I [?] gangster, baby
MGK, we the hustler, baby (Kells!)
I know you think I'm crazy (Let's go!)
I gotta rise to the top, I got a feeling, baby
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Man, I ain't never heard nobody with a sound like me
Make something outta nothing and brought up for my town like we
And I won't stop until the whole hood bounce with me
Shouts to all my people that I [?]
But ain't going back down, ya dig?
Hollerin' yeah for sure, we made it, in trends I rock the latest
Came from nothing but lint in my pocket
To spreading these Benjamins out like latex
Party like it's Vegas then I'm dippin' out like craters
Inspiration's what paid us, so I give credit to all my haters
Yeah, and I can't help it that I'm hood bitch
Step out of the jet with Hardstone know they see that I'm good, shit
I make this money rain, sleet, hail, snow
Where the train, car, plane on my feet, I'll roll
I'm from Cleveland mothafucker, so until then
I'm biting my mouth for nobody and keep stacking up my ends
I'm 'bout my bread, baby, so make sure that it cook right
I was born to be on top, so what the bottom look like huh?
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