Lyrics:
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
multitasking
We drop concepts that captivate and grab ‘em
By the time you lay one verse
We recorded a whole album
Two or three projects, man
That’s a week’s
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
huh, yeah
Bet I got a number one album
Bet I fall down but overcome every challenge
Bet I hit the Grammies suited up
Get a bag then juice it up by
doing my solo stuff
And around two-thousand
Brian Cane from Ottawa, who was helping manage me
Got me a small independent deal with this label called
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
Niggas need Rogaine
Cuz I knew that I was different too
Like 2 chainz
Ooh ooh
Oooh ooh ooh ooh
I'm so special
And I'll be better off
If I just listen
of grind
That's why they in their position
You can't dine with me my nigga
If you ain't got a pistol
World get crazier by the minute
I'm trying to see who
ima win like im Usain Bolt (uh)
Done in a second you comin in second they pay me what 2 chainz sold (uh)
Thought about given up Jonah with ninevah
Sit back and wonder as I was child
On my 2chainz shit, just gotta make my momma proud
Been hurting for so long I can't just throw in the towel
Got
Trust I'm the real thang
I ain't finna neva change
I say ouuu like Fredo Bangs
Freaky girl, no Gucci Mane
Fuckin 2 without the chainz
Workin 9 to 5s, ion
Swear I got my heart, but
My mind told me
The phoney calling you homie
They lyin, I know its lonely, but grind
Cause you the only you
My frame is 2 Chainz
sounds a lil ludicrous,
But nigga what the fuck do I look like cuffin' bitches?
I just 2 Chainz 'em up
Give her that Heavy D
Then be compelete stranger, uh
Keeping it together
Blood clots no Jamaicans
Style on fleek
Oh
2Chainz don't even
need to say true
Mister T chains
I'm pity the fool
We might catch a case
mane?
Young Spade still different, no 2 Chainz
I'm from The Sounth where the boys let the screw bang
Haters mad at the way that we do thangs
It's all
Shopp, man
We... y'know finally reachin' the end of this album and I just wanna thank y'all, like...
I was never a big fan of doin' the whole long talk
loose change
I m standing tall Two Chainz
Too busy to give a f
Plotting like Bruce Wayne
Heart cold what’s feelings?
Like a Deadman
I stay chilling
Like
I say
Only two albums deep
Like a quarter of the way
To the finish line
Some claim kick back give it time
Other's like hustle harder it'll slip
(Pimp): That nigga wasts the honey
(Pimp): All we want is the money
(Pimp 2): I keep em' bro. Wake up one morning, and, with some money
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
Two sides supported by two sides of fans against the wall
Two sides of hungry energy cause we all want it all
Two sides to every album, without both
made all of my dreams come true
I toured the world, made platinum albums and I still stayed true
It's so much to catch up on now as I think out loud
more wack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G 'cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)
Your flows bore like
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