Miss Me - mgk

Cleveland on my back L's up

When you see me

Came from the underground now

They on tv swear to God haaan

Ain't sh*t changed

Fool you can miss me with that rap sh*t

You can miss me with that stereotypical

"he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat sh*t

Miss me with that frat sh*t

Only university I graduated was Hard Knocks

I'm from Cleveland where they trap sh*t

Five bucks for the catfish five bucks for the bad b**ch

Five bucks in a drought in this city could

Get you a piece of that cactus

With saran wrap for the wrapping

What u mean

Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Garcia Vegas

I swear it's contagious the way that we passed it

Patches on my denim vest about as old as my dad is

Blood stains on my chucks cus well we know what that is

Jet lag from these long flights still

Sitting coach like it's practice

Feeling like students when the schools back

I'm trying to see what first class is

Cash is the root of all evil

But maybe that's why I do bad sh*t

Fact is I do what I need

Cause the country we live in is fascist

And no Catholic or Baptist warlord or pacifist

Could've seen what I seen without

IMAX's and 3D glasses

Ya'll in family houses like Bob Saget

Both parents

I was on family couches like

"you don't want it " ill wear it

Inheriting hand me downs as a grown man embarrassed

And these dreams seem far-fetched

When reality is you're sharing a shirt shower

And shitter while your newborns in the carriage

Packaging groceries in bags for

An hourly seven dollar average

This ain't living this is strife mixed with

Hennessey and some sprite

But maybe one day they'll remember me

Like they remember Mike

When I'm gone

Uh Kells

Maybe they'll remember me when I'm gone

When my times up on this earth

And they bury me in the dirt

Don't say that I ain't milk this life for everything that it's worth

(everything that it's worth)

And when I die remember me like Kurt BANG

And they say Dub quit with that humble sh*t

You can only be cool for so long

Don't misjudge I'm not the one you wanna rumble with

Write it down take a pic

Do whatever you gotta do to remember me

I'm in your memory for infinity

And the same goes for your b**ch

Remember me from Kennedy

Or East High on the east side where niggas die over anything

Yeah Dub-O

Oh you ain't know

I got go I rock shows I be calling plays like Flaco

But I'm so Cleveland it's a damn shame

And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way back

And that double X is my campaign

Pop bottles that champagne it's Cliquot for

The champions now where the hell is my damn ring

Biatch celebration for nothing let you believe what you see

I'm in the back but no frontin

7 days out the week I be working I'm full of hunger

That jealousy is the smell of defeat

Remember who told you

I'm gone

Remember me when I'm gone

When the time is up on my watch

And they bury me in that box

Don't say I ain't give this game everything that I got

(everything that I got)

And when I die remember me like Pac BANG