[Intro]
JP Did This 1
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Kells, this is a real rapper's theme music
Bitch, sing to it
This how you cook up some dope with no powder
Don't turn on that stove, just turn this shit up louder
Black Eddie Bauer, mask on my face
Like I'm ready to take what is yours 'cause it's ours
Y'all stole my style, I shit on you like bowels
And take all your princesses, bitch, I am Bowser
Fuck superpowers, I got this weed
Gun on my hip, dawg, that's all that I need
I don't play games, man, I'm not in no league
And I don't drop no names but bitch, I am from Cleve-land
D-D-D-Damn, someone tell Britney we did it again
I hear Pooh Gutta acquitted again
And my bank account holding 6 digits again
Pour out some Henn'
This for the ones who ain't make it
This for the ones who ain't make it
Focus your lens, point it at me and see greatness
Point it at me and see greatness
Ray need a Benz, Dub need a all-black Mercedes
Tezo need all white, he racist
But homie, I'm sayin'
I need a penthouse that's vacant
Arab money, salaam alaikum
The beast is awaken, pick up your shotty
My bitch is a murderer, she got a body
She got that brain, summa cum laude
My city the jungle, don't take that safari
It's lions, it's tigers, gangsters, disciples
Lords, Judases, shanks and them rifles
Whores who swear that they live by the Bible
And friends who think they deserve more than entitled
And that's why I—
JP Did This 1
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Kells, this is a real rapper's theme music
Bitch, sing to it
This how you cook up some dope with no powder
Don't turn on that stove, just turn this shit up louder
Black Eddie Bauer, mask on my face
Like I'm ready to take what is yours 'cause it's ours
Y'all stole my style, I shit on you like bowels
And take all your princesses, bitch, I am Bowser
Fuck superpowers, I got this weed
Gun on my hip, dawg, that's all that I need
I don't play games, man, I'm not in no league
And I don't drop no names but bitch, I am from Cleve-land
D-D-D-Damn, someone tell Britney we did it again
I hear Pooh Gutta acquitted again
And my bank account holding 6 digits again
Pour out some Henn'
This for the ones who ain't make it
This for the ones who ain't make it
Focus your lens, point it at me and see greatness
Point it at me and see greatness
Ray need a Benz, Dub need a all-black Mercedes
Tezo need all white, he racist
But homie, I'm sayin'
I need a penthouse that's vacant
Arab money, salaam alaikum
The beast is awaken, pick up your shotty
My bitch is a murderer, she got a body
She got that brain, summa cum laude
My city the jungle, don't take that safari
It's lions, it's tigers, gangsters, disciples
Lords, Judases, shanks and them rifles
Whores who swear that they live by the Bible
And friends who think they deserve more than entitled
And that's why I—
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