100 Words And Running

Coming out the bottom of the
Mother fucking totem pole
Calling everyone who ain't believe like
"I told them hoes"
Now they on my scrotum though
And I've been grinding so long
It's like I gotta blow
Baby mama calling up my phone
What the fuck you want
Cause I don't owe nobody shit stop askin'
Haters get off of my dick, stop gaggin'
They know I'm schooling them
They tell me stop classin'
We already know that you
The shit stop gassin'
Eck, and my flow is fucking sick dog
Make a bitch cough like a sick dog
Probably cause I spit raw
No fucking with this boy
Other rappers more uncool than
When the fridge off
Damn I think my lid's off
More mental then Sig Freud
Mind like a mother fucking-unsolvable jigsaw
People ask my audience "what
You listen him for?"
Shitcause I don't think Lil
Wayne's come this hard
My God, then what that mean
Since I ain't son to nobody
Then I must be king cocky with it
Cause I know that can't nobody
Stop me with it
Wanna try? be ready to die, Kamikaze with it
Fuck a prince
I know I'm the real shit ya dig
Cause ain't no-mother-fucking-body done the
Shit I did i'm the man where I'm from
But they call me the kid
Give me the crown cause if not
Then we taking that bitch mother fucker

100 words and running
100 rappers that I ate still in my stomach
And 100 other coming
Hustling for one hundred a hundreds
I don't give a fuck what you say
Give me my money not college educated
But I can count a shit load
Connected like a constellation I can
Get you shipped more
Boy I do numbers with these
Verses check the info
I'm Machine Gun Kelly what
The fuck's a pistol
What the fuck's a white flag
What the fuck's a price tag
What the fuck is beef? Fuck it
Show me where's the mics at
I will tear each one of them
Mother fuckers a nice ass
No homo cause we don't get dicked
We ain't like that
Nah bitch, should've hollered at me before
Cause "fuck you pay me" is now my steelo
And that goes for promoters, for the shows
For the verses, for the hoes
For the labels, what you owe
Bitch, give me my dough
I'm the big baller, shot caller of my age
19-year old Dwayne Wade
And the Eastside on my back
No matter what they weigh
Clevelands number 23 like I
Ain't know Lebron played
So what's up to all my fans who
Held me down since day one
Telling them Kells' the hardest
That they come
Gave the real what they want and I did that
So come and blow a blunt with your boy
Give it here let me split that
And I bet they won't forget that
Cause rappers forgot how to be real
Forgot how they used to be before the deal
But I remember still
That's why I'm not a member of fame
Just raw talent who remembers the game
And the name, Kells