I dont like negativity but this world is full of it You try to spread positivity, you'll end up on a crucifix They saying I'm fugazzi cause I'm talking crazy Then they call me Slim Shady cause they think my rhymes duplicating like twin babies Psych Everybody wanna be like Mike But nobody is willing to speak on the mic While I'm sick on writers block Siders pull up on ya spot North, South .44 in your mouth and lie to the cops As a thin silhouette you'll get chin checked Drag a dude wit' attitude and slit his fucking neck Disrespect his whole set Put 'em in a line and shoot 'em like I'm Steph In a hurry bout to scurry to they funeral bed and Decapitate they head like I'm an Aztec warrior Taking it back to my source from the other border Like I'm Dora the Explorer Ha, that verse was bunk I'm cursing thinking what the fuck I'm mimicking Young Thug burning a blunt for good luck But I aint superstitious That shit is stupid, isn't it? You gotta listen to the lyrics Before you claim I'm a misfit Although I'm vicious, I call folks for business Toke bowls for breakfast, then I smoke my foes into incense
You know I'm like Melo in the game, I pull up shooting, hit a fellow in the brain, I break down the rello in the rain, if its beef then it's good bye, no hello is exchanged
Let tell you bout my life and how it was a struggle lifting all the weights tryina build up some muscle trying to make this money do my Mona don't gotta suffer I remember them day when we was in the gutter
That boy rich as hell in heaven... smoking golden gate in heaven.. the next life we call our after life where everybody should see a second chance in life .. and more.. more Souls.. not more Life.. we found the creation figured out.. were human we created it
I used to be in the hood, misunderstood, salute to the troops, that helped me get to the booth, and the peeps in the concert seats, it started of as a dream, of a teen in Los Angeles, bottles after bottles of Hennessy around us, I used to let the Gat bust, not a soul to trust, but I ain't trippin' at the end of the day I'm livin'
R.I.P, had never heard him when he was alive, listened to him a while after he died, a kid who could have a very bright future, sad that he died so young
Goes to lil snupe mello (chorus) repeat2 2014, ya boy finally made it. I know a lot of u nigga's love it, but most of u nigga's hate it. just a brand new artist, up in the making. this is my year now, an can't na nigga take it. this year I'm finest take, make it harder for other artist to break. up in the studio until its late, to much money out here to be made. (who the fuck is this fake,) (this here is the truth I say). I spit to much ammunition, have grown man scared to come out to play. I put out nothing but rounds, have u ducking an dodging the ground. continually going off, I know y'all nigga's don't like that sound. the way that I put it down, is the only way that I know. spit hot shit over beats, an watch me progress for'sho. My peps say(son the only way to go, if u ever want to make it.) (Life is just a gamble,) so I'm in it for the taking. Never hesitating are making, any of the wrong decision. My picture is painted perfect, I can finally see my destination. Rocking mics up on the stage, back to back touring for days. I'm finally seeing things different, that are going my way. Not finish with it yet
"The Register" lyrics Machine Gun Kelly Lyrics "The Register" Yeah, okay Now there's a meaning to this thing called life But you just gotta find it in this thing called strife I wish I could rewind and show you this is all hype Show you just because they stars doesn't mean they got stripes, For real though But me, I got them verses that'll kill though And me, I'm EST now that's a family I would kill for Shout out to the fans who held me down before the deal though And I can't forget my team, I pray one day we'll make a million, And blow it all 'Cause when we die we ain't taking it with us Materials make a king, knowledge makes an apprentice Now ain't that backwards we impressed by the fame in this era My girl a queen, she don't need a tiara She don't need an umbrella either just give her the rain We don't need help, they the built the pyramids without a crane Insane sometimes I feel we born without a brain We only looking at the dollars, what we really need is change I'm saying, if that shit doesn't register, Might as well get used to stealing singles out the register Baby momma calling, she need 30 for a pedicure Student loan collector blow your phone up on the regular How we supposed to live baby? This isn't it baby We supposed to have a condo and a crib baby, Damn But you forgot the first rule of the game They don't remember riches, they just remember the name (Kells) Uh so go and get it homie One thing for sure I know the block ain't gonna get it for me Two thing's for certain, I ain't tryna let 'em pigeon toe me And if they is just know I'm walking with my pistol on me This ain't that B shit or C shit, This is that D.O.D. shit That means "Do or Die", 'Cause ain't no you, if it's you and I I ain't a gangster but I will be just to stay alive I'm rollin' indica, staying high Roll to the cinema and stay the night My life's like TV with this daytime drama All this Law and Order, a lot of comedy And relationships like Tina and Ike, these bitches crazy That's why I'm tellin' ya Look up at the sky instead of staring at a cellular You could be the greatest why would you wanna be regular? Just know that your greatness comes from how they gon' remember ya Not from how you spend baby, That isn't it baby You ain't gotta have a condo or a crib baby But now you know the first rule of the game They don't remember riches, they just remember the name They don't remember the riches, the riches They just remember the name Kells Rose from the ashes like a Phoenix Rose, rose filling up in the marina Got my weight up in my hood we call that triple-beamin' Fuck introductions, skip the name and just call me Cleveland Homie caught up at bail, tryna get out this precinct Tell 'em we give 'em hell, funny I started preaching And when I say I gotta respect the city you gon' believe it 'Cause everybody left us and they know I'm never leaving So I turn it up one time for the days standing on the corner Talking shit and getting lifted, sippin' brews and Arizona And when one time came through everybody gone except for me I couldn't leave, I am a loner, with the mind of a stoner And dreams of putting this game in a choker And fuckin' her 'til she pay me like Oprah I'm not a hoper, I'm a knower I'll voice in the forecast like Al Roker So even if it pours, I am Noah, two oars Two rowers row us to two shores Found promised land, now we lying on two floors One for the fam, the other for two whores Fuck two minutes, I did this in two chords, Of course I'm too versatile for a chorus Done too many tours to be a tourist Fuck the magazine, I am the Source I am too bossed to be employed More stories about your boy
Really feeling this earned my Sub. You can tell you take your time with your craft I respect that. I searched but wasnt able to find, you got any tracks on iTunes?
This beat is nice as hell. Inspires me, and I was wondering if I could use this on my mixtape. It's non-profit. It's just to get myself out there, I would have messaged you this because a bunch of people are asking but I couldn't find the message thing. Anyways, if you allowed me to use this it'd be dope af. I'd give you credit as well and a link to your RU-vid channel. One Love.
Runnin roun til the day I die steal sum manuka and ima make sum pies, told a couple lies and they white like nikes seen mac die and live and that was aight u kno how I feel cuz u listenin right
Its fucked up because he had mad dreams and was gonna be somebody! SMH R.I.P SNUPE and all of the real fallen soldiers! Imma rip this track up for yall!
