Machine Gun Kelly - Freestyle in the car lyrics

[Verse 1: MGK] 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 sh** You can miss me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" Barbershop chat sh** Miss me with that frat sh** Only university i graduated Was hard Knox I'm from Cleveland Where they trap sh** Five bucks for the catfish Five bucks for the bad b**h Five bucks in a drought in this city could get ya piece of that cactus With saran wrap for the wrapping Whatchu mean? Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Garcia Vegas I swear its contagious the way that we pa**ed 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 these long flights Still sitting coach like its practice Feeling like students when the schools back I'm trying to see what first cla** is Cash is the root of all evil But maybe that why i do bad sh** Fact is i do what we need cause the country And no Catholic or Baptist Warlord or pacifist,could've seen what I seen without IMAX's and 3D gla**es Yall in 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 embarra**ed but These dreams seemed far fetched When reality is you're sharing a shirt And a shower, and sh**ter while your newborns in the carriage Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven dollar average This ain't living this is strife This is Hennessy and this is just sprite But Maybe one day they'll remember me like they remember Mike When I'm gone Mother f**er, 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 quit with that humble sh** 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 goes for your b**h Remember me from Kennedy Or east high on the east side Were them n***as die over anything Yeah, dub-o Oh you ain't know I got go i rock shows And i'll be calling plays like flaco 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 Pop bottles that champagne Its Cliquot for the champions Now where the hell is my damn ring? b*atch, 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 "motherf**er" 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 sh**" yea Everything that i got And when i die remember me Like PAC BABAYY "Est mother f**er" " lACE UP MOTHER fu*kER" BLACK FLAG MoTHER fu*kER"