Mention - Ripp Flamez, Machine Gun Kelly

Sosa 808 made it

Aye, came up, shame us

Fuck you think?

Aye, pour me some

Day One music

Double X

Aye

This shit ain’t normal

'Cause where I’m from, it ain’t formal (Nah)

Keep that drink, it tastes like caramel (What?!)

Reap what I sow, that shit karma (I know, I know)

Big sig Sauer

Product of my paranoia

Recent calls all from my lawyer

That’s why I smoke on that sequoia

I need it, need it

Just to keep me higher than the drama

Away from the piranhas

Tryna get the commas

Go and get it then (Yeah, yeah)

Look, these are my ambitions as a motherfuckin' rider

Aye, never give a fuck

Never trust a young bit, not mention us

Never back down

How the fuck’s the world yours?

You can’t run a town

Yeah I came up

And y’all watched, y’all know I ran through the blocks

Pen and paper, back in Shaker

I done came from up the way and made a page of my city

When they askin' 'bout who run the city

(Gunna)

You know who to mention

You know who is in it

Moving through the trenches

When they talkin' bout who got the city

They gon' bring my name up

They gon' say I came up

Who ain’t turn a gang up?

This shit ain’t average

I’mma fuckin' rap and sing this savage

This that dope straight out the plastic

This that dope straight out the package

This that blue magic

Shit get tragic

Where I came from niggas died every time I came home

I’m just really tryna put my gang on

Niggas dyin' tryna put these chains on

Ever since they heard a nigga came on up

They wanna put these chains on us

They wanna put the blame on us

Still ridin' with the thang on us

I’m too wavy

And I know they all wanna know how

My Jack baby

Turned to the hottest nigga in my state

I love money

It’s the hard work and it’s all work no play

It’s the hard work and it’s all work no play

When they askin' 'bout who run the city

You know who to mention

You know who is in it

Moving through the trenches

When they talkin' 'bout who got the city

They gon' bring my name up

They gon' say I came up

Who ain’t turn a gang up?

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt