I'm back and I'm stuck up in this *%+*% [who dat?]Me *%+*% [who dat?]The Brooklyn thug, what the *#%% you see *%+*% ?I'm known for regulatin this game, *#%% a criticCuz when I'm spittin, I'ma split your $%%% inWhen I aim, yo you try to get a nameBut aint, provin a thangI'm still doin my thang, [go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil FameStep in the ring and I'll break yo' (Y) up like Mills Lane[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?That *Kool Moe P* $%%%, _', put it downYo I need a silencer gat, $%%% too loudWhen that *%+*% start to holla, _' deuce outMade the church people on your block wanna move outI bump off and I dump off, and a _ cool outWhy? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waistWe don't say put your hands up, _ stand upYou gotta get it, cuz you not listenDump off your body ????The street mayor, ghetto street playaHit your hooka with this heavy 8====D meat playa, (Y) cheek slayer*#%% the fame!, I agree *#%% the fameBut I got four words for ya: DON'T *#%% WIT FAME!!!Cuz I'ma Machine Gun Kelley, clappa dudeWrite my name across your belly, [machine gun sound] Yap A Dude!!!!Aint no escapin these streets I'm raised inIt's so amazin, we still blazinAint no savin yo' (Y) from hell raisinThey be scrapin' yo' cantelope off the pavementWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved inSo walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' (Y) down if you walk in betweenSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy....
