Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God

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