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[Verse 1] I'm so God damn gone I don't know where home is Feeling real sauced up no boneless I keep it G, fuck keeping up with the Joneses Smelling so funky that you would think that I was homeless And the fans like, Kells stop playing with him That girl's man like, bitch stop laying with him And the haters on the internet tryna' be thugged out But them dealers and killers man I was staying with 'em Eastside Cleveland to the death yo Fuck Lebron the king never left y'all Forget the number 23 man it's EST You see it tatted on my chest, we the best y'all Couple stacks if you wanna get a verse from me Make a diss track if you wanna get a hearse from me I got the gift already so I fuck bitch ass dick shit if you wanna get the curse from me Cause everybody be wanting something that I got Leaning on me like a tripod But I'm already leaning up with the liquor They be running up like do or die guy, Kells on their iPod And I'm fucking with these trees real heavy man, real real heavy man Blowing up brown good, the shit's real pettigrand Mix it with the red I be calling that shit spaghetti I'll be all up in the mountains blowing on that white yeti, man End of the day I'll be chilling man, what's new I'm for the people not the rappers man, fuck dude Letras de cancionesI'd rather be a lame than rely on a name Or rock sunglasses in the dark man, fuck cool And the album coming soon y'all bear with me Laced up, Chuck T's brought a pair with me Hit 123rd for the sour Dies Though I'm blunted in the car looking like a flare's with me The people here with me hold me down, all dogs homie know me out That's why my circle as small as a penny cause ain't no-one sold me out But funny how everyone knows me now And before all this we had the streets on lock, man, Doug knows Ask Ash what it was 'fore we book shows Me and Slim in a 1 bedroom, no money no food but now we eating good though Now I could go (Where?) Anywhere up there, all I gotta do is push go Give me the green light meaning give me good 'dro From a land far far away where the wood grow And I'm staying real throwed like a pitch Cop a whole zip put it in a dish Blowing something real real evil so I call this witch You got dirt so I call that ditch, you bitch [Verse 2] The dope boys feel me, the sub nerds feel me Your girl definitely does, cause she here with me So really you don't have a choice but to deal with me And you like my shit, keep it real with me Matter of fact, let's keep this one hundred If I was pocket change I would be one hundred You would be a nickel, even when I'm nothing I was still a two fifties equalling out to one hundred So keep it one hundred, Kells is that boy Who resuscitated the city dog, that boy Who got a whole coast behind him, that boy So if you want the real, listen to that boy And I'm that boy, 20 years old With the world on my shoulder like a fur coat Used to be square now I'm in a circle Sipping Merlot, for real man, for sure So about it you'd think I was from No Limit Real white boy rap, dog, no gimmick Bringing the game back to life with no clinic Because I let 'em see the real me, no tinted So I'm in this, the new face of Hip hop I gave the game a shake up And this brand new change comes in the shape of A 6" 3' blonde haired boy, lace up From Letras Mania