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machine gun kelly – just what i am (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
9:56 am
roll the windows down
let the smoke out, aye
wake and b-tch

[verse]
aye, i’m just what you made god
i been high as f-ck
since me and my home boy a rhyme
was in town with city trynna catch that bus
we out chere what chu mean?
back in shaker, baggin’ tree
baby mama call from the college
said them kids wanna pay the fee
i’m up early in the morning
smoke in public, my trap is jumpin’
i made two hundred, that count for somethin’
i pull up get them lil debbie m-ffins
i’m out chere on my daughter
whiskey, weed, and water
just beat that misdemeanor last week
need more money for the lawyer
i need new carpet at the crib
god d-mn this roach is where i live
so dope, put some groceries in the fridge
young man, just hope that god forgives
fast forward, old hoes knockin’ on my door
askin’ where do i be at now
smokin’ loud on my tour bus
famous b-tch in my back lounge
i done blew up past rap now
and it feel good b-tch i’m from the hood
so i lived a life i that i should you, hoe
get the sh-t understood you, hoe
came in this sh-t as a kid, you know
i ain’t cudi, but that’s the buddy
we in couch party talkin’ cobain
smokin’ h-lla j’s out in london
no beef at 16, i had no chips at 16
call ben baller, told him we need custom
diamond cleveland championship rings
we need all of them big things
just cause we deserve it
just cause the ones who f-cked me over
all need to see if it was worth it
d-mn, old homies switched up on me
why am i not surprised
lookin’ at me like i need to share the piece
when they weren’t even there to make the pie
man that’s why
yeah, yeah
fake friends f-ck [?], right though
ay f-ck a fake friend, get high
and talk to god dawg m-th-f-cka
let me tell yall about my month yall
codine in my blunts yall
like why the f-ck did i smoke the sh-t?
fell asleep and never woke up from it
but whatever, that man ain’t wearin’ my denim pants
and these long, long nights on all this cocaine
ain’t workin man
so, what am i to do when the game is so fake and i am true
and my city just got the w
and the number one spot is vacant too
and i think my foot might fit the shoe
and i think my gl-sses look a fool
and i know my daughter so proud
tell the kids my daddy got a pool
and i can’t stop smilin’ at the crib
i can’t stop frownin’ out in public
i got this paparazzi on me
or see these rappers actin’ funny
i see them stealin’ what i did
i see them pimpin’ out the culture
i heard the game missed the kid
dear hip-hop this what i wrote y’all
just what i am
[outro]
young kells in this m-th-f-cka
young gun in this m-th-f-cka blam, aye
for my city though, for the game
est, that is me, huh, hold up that is we, aye
double x, aye, we the best, aye
they photoblog going crazy though
red lights m-th-f-cka, white smoke, haha

- machine gun kelly lyrics

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