Coming out the bottom of the mother fucking totem pole

Calling everyone who ain't believe like "I told them hoes"

Now they on my scrotum though

And I've been grinding so long its like I gotta blow

Baby mama calling up my phone, what the fuck you want

Cause I don't owe nobody shit stop askin'

Haters get off of my dick, stop gaggin'

They know I'm schooling them, they tell me stop classin'

We already know that you the shit stop gassin'

Eck, and my flow is fucking sick dog

Make a bitch cough like a sick dog

Probably cause I spit raw

No fucking with this boy

Other rappers more uncool than when the fridge off

Damn I think my lid's off, more mental then Sig Freud

Mind like a mother fucking-unsolvable jigsaw

People ask my audience "what you listen him for?"

Shit..cause I don't think Lil Wayne's come this hard

My God, then what that mean

Since I ain't son to nobody, then I must be king

Cocky with it, cause I know that can't nobody stop me with it

Wanna try? be ready to die, Kamikaze with it

Fuck a prince, I know I'm the real shit ya dig

Cause ain't no-mother-fucking-body done the shit I did

I'm the man where I'm from, but they call me the kid

Give me the crown cause if not then we taking that bitch

Mother fucker

100 words and running, 100 rappers that I ate still in my stomach

And 100 other coming, hustling for one-hundred a-hundreds

I don't give a fuck what you say, give me my money

Not college educated, but I can count a shit load

Connected like a constellation I can get you shipped more

Boy I do numbers with these verses check the info

I'm Machine Gun Kelly what the fuck's a pistol

What the fuck's a white flag

What the fuck's a price tag

What the fuck is beef? Fuck it show me where's the mics at

I will tear each one of them mother fuckers a nice ass

No homo cause we don't get dicked, we ain't like that

Nah bitch, should've hollered at me before

Cause "fuck you pay me" is now my steelo

And that goes for promoters, for the shows

For the verses, for the hoes

For the labels, what you owe

Bitch, give me my dough

I'm the big baller, shot caller of my age

19-year old Dwayne Wade

And the Eastside on my back, no matter what they weigh

Clevelands number 23 like I ain't know Lebron played

So what's up to all my fans who held me down since day one

Telling them Kells' the hardest that they come

Gave the real what they want and I did that

So come and blow a blunt with your boy give it here let me split that

And I bet they won't forget that

Cause rappers forgot how to be real

Forgot how they used to be before the deal

But I remember still

That's why I'm not a member of fame

Just raw talent who remembers the game

And the name, Kells