100 Words and Running (Explicit) - Gun

Comin' out the bottom of the

Muthaf**kin' totem pole

Callin' everyone who ain't believe

Like "I told them hoes"

Now they on my scrotem though

And I've been grindin so long

It's like I gotta blow

Baby mama Callin' up my phone

What the f**k you want

'Cuz I don't owe nobody sh*t stop askin

Hatas get off of my dick stop gaggin

They know I'm schoolin em

They tell me stop classin

We already know that you the sh*t stop gassin

Ech and my flow is f**kin sick dawg

Make a b**ch cough like a sick dog

Prolly 'Cuz I spit raw no f**kin with this boy

These other rappers more uncool

Then when the fridge off

Damn I think my lids off

More mental then Sig Fraud

Mind like a Muthaf**kin' unsolvable jigsaw

And people ask my audience

What you listen him for

'Cuz I don't think Lil Waynes comes this hard

My god then what that mean

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

Cocky with it 'Cuz I know

That can't nobody stop me with it

Wanna try be ready to die Kamikaze with it

F**k a prince I know I'm the real sh*t ya dig

'Cuz ain't no-Muthaf**kin'-body done the sh*t I did

I'm the man where I'm from

But they call me the kid

Gimme the crown 'Cuz if not

Then we takin' that b**ch

Muthaf**ka

100 words and runnin 100 rappers

That I ate still in my stomach

And 100 other Comin' hustlin

For one hundred a hundreds

I don't give a f**k what you say gimme my money

Not college educated but I can count a shitload

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 f**ks a pistol

What the f**ks a white flag

What the f**ks a price tag

What the f**k is beef

F**k it show where's the mics at

I will tear each one of

Them muthaf**kas a nice a**

No homo 'Cuz we don't get

Dicked we ain't like that

Nah b**ch shoulda hollad at me before

'Cuz f**k you pay me is now my stee-lo

And that goes for promoters for the shows

For the verses for the hoes

For labels what you owe b**ch gimme 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 wassup to all my fans

Who held me down since day 1

Tellin' em Kells the hardest that they come

Gave the real what they want and I did that

So come and blow a blunt witchya boy

Give it here let me split that

And I bet they won't forget that

'Cuz 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