Machine Gun Kelly & Dub-O - Miss Me Freestyle | Текст песни

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(MGK) verse 1.
Yea Cleveland on my back uh
L's up when they see me
Came from the underground now they on t.v
Swear to god ha
Ooh Machine Gun Kells, dub-o
Look look you can miss me with that rap shit
You can miss me with that stereotypical years
And lyrical barbershop jack shit
Miss me with that fresh shit
On the university i graduated
I was hard Knox up in Cleveland
Where they trap shit
Five bucks and catfish
Five bucks and a bad bitch
Five bucks and a cloud in this city
Could get you a piece of that package
Which is grand wrapped and a rap beat
Man we bottled alone
Into the side of the car
See the bag and i swear and
I contained it
The way that we past it
Patches on my denim vest
About as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my chucks
Cause well you know what that is
Jet lag from this long flights
Still sitting cups like its practice
But its like students when its schools at
I'm trying to see what first class is
Cash is the root of all evil
But maybe that why i do that shit
Fact is i do what we need cause that country
We live in is fascist
No pamphlet or baptist
War lord or casket
Could of see what I've seen
With out our imaginary 3D glasses
Ya'll are family houses like Bob Saget
Both parents i was on family couches
Like you don't want it i'll wear it
Inheriting hammy downs as a grown man embarrassed but
These dreams seemed far fetched
When reality is just sharing a shirt
Shower is shit while your new born is the caridge
Bagging groceries in bags doing what ever this seven dollar average
This isn't living this is just life
People Hennessy and this is just sprite
Maybe one day they'll remember like Mike
When I'm gone
Mother fucker, god dammit "that's what I'm talking about
Maybe they'll remember me when I'm gone
"what else?"
I ain't done
Look when my times up on this earth
And they bury me in that dirt
Don't say that i ain't milk this life
For everything that it's worth
{yuhck}
For everything that its worth
And when i die remember me like Kurt
..BANG!

(dub-o) verse 2.

Look they said Dub quick with that humble shit
You can only be cool for so long
But don't misjudge I'm not
The one you wanna rumble with
Write it down take a pic
Do what ever you have to do to remember me
I'm in your memory for infinity
And the same go for your bitch
She remember me from Kennedy
Or east high on the east side
Were them niggas die over anything
Yeah, I'm dub-o
Nigga you ain't know
I got flow i rock shows
And i'll be calling plays like flack o
But I'm so Cleveland
It's a damn shame
And est is my damn game
I've been reppin that
Since way back
And that double x is my campaign
We pop bottles
That's champagne
This cleeco for my damn team
Were the hell are our damn rings
Beyatch! celebration for nothing
Let you believe what you see
I'm in the back but no frontin
Seven days out the week i be working
I'm full of hunger
That jealousy is the smell of defeat
And remember who told ya
I'm gone "motherfucker"
Just remember me when I'm gone
Dub-o eh
When that times up on my watch
And they bury me in that box
Don't say i ain't give my gang
Everything that i got "real shit" yea
Everything that i got
And when i die remember me
Like PAC BABAYY

"Est mother fucker"
" lACE UP MOTHER FUCKER"
BLACK FLAG MUTHER FUCKER"