Machine Gun Kelly - Golden God lyrics

[Intro] Ay, red lights on in the boulevard That means business Throw up in this b**h, I might Corny b**hes make me sick I might throw up in this b**h, throw up in this b**h Gunna [Verse 1] Made man like Joe Pesci I need Deniro or I’ll Rob her I had to skate Wayne Gretzky Called an Uber helicopter Bought a pound from a rasta Bought the yayo from Miguel, though Award shows need an Oscar They need my merchandise on Melrose David Bowie of my generation k** them all we violent with no hesitation Came from public education Ramen noodles with the bacon I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations Dub was working at the steel shop Slim was working off of 1st block We still roll together every day Except we might be on a private plane Why would you ever come from nothing And not do whatever the f** you wanted? They be asking why I’m such a legend I took so much acid, I be forgetting [Hook/Chorus] I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god I’m on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous [Verse 2] Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser We the golden squad, we the golden squad Double X, we the hardest Need double mercy (?) Should’ve never got it started Motherf**er, I’m retarded Do you know how I’m regarded? King of underground, King of Cleveland town King of marijuana gardens I can’t stop myself from coughing Four thousand dollar bong rip Custom made for the new house Can’t believe I never had sh** 2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit 20/20 vision, see the future Looks like the crown do fit I am king of this new sh**, 7 rings and a pool stick 8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though b**h, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover Man, I’m wilding every summer I ain’t like my daddy, he religious I’m with b**hes burning rubber I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang Models be on the same thang, thang EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang [Hook/Chorus] I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god I’m on the roof of the party [Break] b**h, I thought it was a drought b**h, I thought you had the clout [Hook/Chorus] I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god I’m on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous Still all the way dangerous