Machine Gun Kelly - Just What I Am (Freestyle) lyrics

(Intro) 9:56 am Roll the windows down Let the smoke out, aye Wake up everyday bi**h (Verse) Ay, I’m just what you made goI been high as f**k Since me and my home boy a rhyme Was in town with city trynna catch that bus We out chere what chu mean? Back in shaker bagging tree Baby mama call from the college Said them kids wanna pay the fee I’m up early in the morning Smoke in public, my trap is jumping I made two hundred, that count for something I pull up get them lil dubby muffins I’m out chere on my daughter Whiskey, weed, and water Just beat that misdemeanor last week Need more money for the lawyer I need mou carbet at the crib God damn this roach is where I live So dope, put some groceries in the fridge Young man, just hope that god forgives Fast forward, old hoes knocking on my door Asking where do I be at now Smoking loud on my tour bus Famous bi**h in my back lounge I done blew up past rap now And it feel good bi**h I’m from the hood So I lived a live I that I should you, hoe Get the s**t understood you, hoe Came in this sh** as a kid, you know I ain’t Cudi, but that’s the buddy We in couch party talking cobain Smoking hella J’s out in london No beef at 16, I had no chips at 16 Call Ben Baller, told him we need custom Diamond Cleveland championship rings We need all of them big things Just cause we deserve it Just cause the ones who f**ked me over All need to see if it was worth it Damn, old homies switched up on me Why am I not surprised Looking at me like I need to share the piece When they weren’t even there to make the pie Man that’s why Yeah, yeah Fake friends f**k, right though Ay f** a fake friend, get high And talk to god dawg muthaf**ka Let me tell yall about my month yall Codine in my blunts yall Like why the f**k did I smoke the sh**? Fell asleep and never woke up from it But whatever, that man ain’t wearing my denim pants And these long, long nights on all this c**aine Ain’t working man So, what am I to do when the game is so fake and I am true And my city just got the W And the number one spot is vacant too And I think my foot might fit the shoe And I think my gla**es look a fool And I know my daughter so proud Tell the kids my daddy got a pool And I can’t stop smiling at the crib I can’t stop frowning out in public I got this paparazzi on me Or see these rappers acting funny I see them stealing what I did I see them pimping out the culture I heard the game missed the kid Dear hip-hop this what I wrote yall Just what I am (Outro) Young kells in this muthaf**ka Young gun in this muthaf**ka blam, aye For my city though, for the game EST, That is me, huh, hold up that is we, aye Double X, aye, we the best, aye They photoblog going crazy though Red lights muthaf**ka, white smoke, haha