Machine Gun Kelly - Floor 13 lyrics
(fu*k) I just spent too many minutes watchin' little videos of sh*tty wannabe rappers dissing me I just spent the winter livin' after someone tried to send a killshot, missin' me Young blonde don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily Why you think they call me "The Gunner"? I'm poppin' off on anybody if they trigger me Black and yellow jacket on like I'm Kill Bill Grew up scrappin' and I still will We can take it back to 2012 I was trappin' on the tour bus with Meek Mill Take it back to Cleveland, when they gave Chase 17 years, no plea deal 2014 when the people tried to rob me in the lobby I bet they can feel the feet still Point out my enemies soon as they mention me Call an assembly, pick up a pen and put you out your misery Written in history, it was gonna happen eventually I just can't wait 'til the day that I run into you physically For everything that I went through mentally When it felt like everybody in the world was against me When all the critics and every article tried to offend me My daughter slapped a kid for talkin' 'bout me in elementary We ain't playin', it's deeper than the fame People gettin' checked for disrespectin' the family name Two chopsticks, no lo mein Hollow tips, got no name Bust them sh*ts with no aim Like it's Bird Box But the blindfold is a black flag this time to cover my face The dash cam just saw me killin' everybody I got off on floor 13, no in between I roll my weed with fronto leaf I chop my coke on hotel keys I chopped his face like Constantine Constantly get déjà vu I see me when I look at you I never die, I multiply So don't cry at my funeral I just spent too many minutes watchin' little videos of sh*tty wannabe rappers dissing me I just spent the winter livin' after someone tried to send a killshot, missin' me Young blonde don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily Why you think they call me the Gunner? I'm poppin' off on anybody if they trigger me What would this generation of hip-hop be Without me here to piss y'all off I see the blogs, I read the comments I'm confused, I need to pause Look at y'all waitin' on me to fall off While I'm lookin' at y'all from a suite in the Waldorf I sold 40 million records, I ain't even 30 Give me twenty seconds, I'll list ten movies that I been in One legend that tried to fu*k with me and got the venom One publication that said that I would never be in it One agent that told me without her, my career is finished And I couldn't give a single fu*k inside my cerebellum Y'all award shows su*k, go tell 'em We ain't su*kin' no dick in the 216 Brought O's to the land like Beckham On the thirteenth floor with a weapon I heard that they coming, yeah, let 'em in I got somethin' for 'em, yeah Please forgive my sins Blood on my Ralph Lauren, yeah I can't wash this sh*t Wake up, say, "Good morning," yeah Like I forgot I got off on floor 13, no in between I roll my weed with fronto leaf I chop my coke on hotel keys I chopped his face like Constantine Constantly get déjà vu I see me when I look at you I never die, I multiply So don't cry at my funeral Hotel Diablo