Machine Gun Kelly - Till I Die Part II lyrics

rate me

Ft. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, French Montana, Yo Gotti & Ray Cash

(Intro)

Awaiting to die, oh, shit, I'm always on my mind

East 1999, nigga, St. Clair...

Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run

(Hook)

(Bitch, I'm from) East, East 1999, the 9999

(Bitch, I'm from) East, East 1999, the 9999

(Bitch, I'm from) East, East 1999, the 9999

(Bitch, I'm from) East, East 1999, the 9999

Bitch, I'm from

(Verse: MGK)

The muthafucking land, get it straight, boy, ya will get scraped

Bitch, I'm from the muthafucking land of the apes

Get the fuck out my face (Bitch)

E'rywhere I go, I'm putting on, e'rywhere I go, I'm blowing strong

E'rywhere I go (e'rywhere I go), everyday, everybody know

In my hood, muthafuckas get it on

(Verse 2: Yo Gotti)

Putting on fo' the city like Snowman

Cuz in my city I don't snow, man

And that ain't no diss to Jeezy

Cuz Jeezy know what's up, believe

That's my nigga back in Puerto Rico

'Fore the rap shit popped, we were talking kilos

Tell the Puerto Rican bitch centerfold the plug

Big bottle of numbers and we call him Nino

Yo, one ounce and a pound bag, I know I'm living

I'm a know him if a nigga try die, dog

Yeah, muthafuck a suit and tie, dog

We don't want our heads to the bed wit the five, dog

Bang, put the plug on chill

Told 'em I ain't thru' yet, hell naw, I ain't retire, dog

I just want a piece of mind, dog

Why ya hating on a nigga from the city? Lemme shine, dog

(Bridge)

Errywhere I go, I'm putting on, putting on, putting on

(Hook)

(Verse 3: French Montana)

Yo, I be driving all the foreign cars 'til the day I die

Fucking all the foreign hoes 'til the day I die

Went to hit the dealer, then a nigga drove it out

When 'em doors go up, all them panties falling down

Niggas ain't know me then, but 'em niggas know me know

When I pull up in the Benz, all the jewels dripping down

I be fucking up arenas, all 'em hoes singing now

I be fucking wit them boys that lift ya off the ground

I stand out, spent a hun'ed racks to put the band on it

Shawty bending it ova, let me land on it

Grabbing brown bags, Uncle Sam, homie

Got the pussy jumping, dove a HAM on it

Young nigga going hard

If ya talk about them cars, fuck ya'll like the dealer

Now, I did it fo' my dawgs

I be smoking out the jar like a dreadlock, haan

(Interlude: Ray Cash)

Ayy, Bleed, keep putting on

I said keep putting on, Ray been putting on

See, I bossed wit' my mans wit' the plug, put 'em on

In the plug, put 'em on, yeah

(Verse 4: Ray Cash)

Yeah, East Side fo' life

I'm a real Cleveland legend, I'm a ride 'til the day I die

Get high, bury me wit my chrome .45

Now tell me, now tell me, do that sound familiar?

If ya from Cleveland, ya all are familiar

If ya get money one hundred, ya know that we filming ya

(Verse 5: MGK)

Hold up, bitch, I'm from the land and ya'll know that

Ya'll neva should have let me go back

Even when I didn't had no plaque

I was courtside in the Cavaliers throwback

I was ova nineteen riding up Miles

Back when I was nineteen turning up wild

I was in the flats when the land slanged goals

Riding up Satchel when them boys slanged hoes

I was on the clear when L came down

Leaving out of work, went to rap it downtown

I was in the club when they played 'We Ball'

And I repped my hood and everybody started brawling

Back when I was sixteen, I was spittin' sixteen

Hopping up the Blue Line on 116

Tryna get my 15 minutes of fame, shit changed

Now I'm on the big screen like

(Hook)