[Intro: Math Allen]
Yeah
Dear Lord, forgive us for we know not what we do
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly, Kid Ink, Math Allen]
Kells, I used to snatch purses
Now I'm stealin' money from corporate America (Ah)
Writing these goddamn verses (Ah)
Tryna get 50 Cent to me
Stupid I turn him a G-Unit (Ah), make him beg for mercy
Fuck juice, get a keg, I'm thirsty
Walk in the VMA's while your man's rehearsin'
I don't give a shit if he went platinum twice
If he ain't a real one, I'ma snatch the mic (Ah)
Uh, gon' gimme that
Feel like Yeezy, tell me where the Henny at
We deserve it (Oh), we been workin' (Well)
Even on days when it don't seem worth it
I be two on (Oh), new shit, your style need a group home (Uh)
Old bitch, I'm beastin', hungry
Mothafucka, need me somethin' to chew on
Yeah, come here (Agh) I'm too gone
2 A.M. gettin' head in the Yukon
Two grams of the kush in the blue bong
Two students in the bed from Tuscon
What more can a mothafucka do wrong?
I'm a sinner, I know
Maybe that's why there is fire every city I go
Maybe I'ma just retire and become a supplier
'Cause I'm already buyin' all the fuckin' weed y'all grow
Know I roll, one to the sky and blow
Lock and load, can't nobody stop this show
Can't nobody knock this flow
Kick down, fuck knockin' your door
We doin' it biggie, gettin' busy
Competition is lookin' iffy
You ain't gotta gas me, ridin' on empty
No invite, I'm runnin' through the entry, gone
Yeah
Dear Lord, forgive us for we know not what we do
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly, Kid Ink, Math Allen]
Kells, I used to snatch purses
Now I'm stealin' money from corporate America (Ah)
Writing these goddamn verses (Ah)
Tryna get 50 Cent to me
Stupid I turn him a G-Unit (Ah), make him beg for mercy
Fuck juice, get a keg, I'm thirsty
Walk in the VMA's while your man's rehearsin'
I don't give a shit if he went platinum twice
If he ain't a real one, I'ma snatch the mic (Ah)
Uh, gon' gimme that
Feel like Yeezy, tell me where the Henny at
We deserve it (Oh), we been workin' (Well)
Even on days when it don't seem worth it
I be two on (Oh), new shit, your style need a group home (Uh)
Old bitch, I'm beastin', hungry
Mothafucka, need me somethin' to chew on
Yeah, come here (Agh) I'm too gone
2 A.M. gettin' head in the Yukon
Two grams of the kush in the blue bong
Two students in the bed from Tuscon
What more can a mothafucka do wrong?
I'm a sinner, I know
Maybe that's why there is fire every city I go
Maybe I'ma just retire and become a supplier
'Cause I'm already buyin' all the fuckin' weed y'all grow
Know I roll, one to the sky and blow
Lock and load, can't nobody stop this show
Can't nobody knock this flow
Kick down, fuck knockin' your door
We doin' it biggie, gettin' busy
Competition is lookin' iffy
You ain't gotta gas me, ridin' on empty
No invite, I'm runnin' through the entry, gone
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