Machine Gun Kelly - Just What I Am (RemiXX) lyrics

[Intro] 9:56 am Roll the windows down Let the smoke out, aye Wake and bake, b**h [Verse] Aye, I'm just what you made god I been high as f** Since me and my home boy A-rod Was in Tower city trynna catch that bus We out here, what you need? Back in shaker, baggin' tree Baby mama call from the college Said them kids wanna pay the fee I'm up early in the morning Smoke in public, my trap is jumpin' I made two hundred, that count for somethin' I pull up get them lil debbie muffins I'm out here, on my daughter Whiskey, weed, and water Just beat that misdemeanor last week Need new money for the lawyer I need new carpet at the crib God damn this roach is where I live So dope, put some groceries in the fridge Young man, just hope that god forgives Fast forward, old hoes knockin' on my door Askin' where do I be at now Smokin' loud on my tour bus Famous b**h in my back lounge I done blew up past rap now And it feel good b**h I'm from the hood So I lived a life I that I should you, hoe Get the sh** understood you, hoe Came in this sh** as a kid, you know I ain't Cudi, but that's the buddy We in couch party talkin' Cobain Smokin' hella J's out in london No beef at 16, I've known chips at 16 Call Ben Baller, told him we need custom Diamond Cleveland championship rings We need all of them big things Just cause we deserve it Just cause the ones who f**ed me over All need to see if it was worth it Damn, old homies switched up on me Why am I not surprised Lookin' at me like I need to share the piece When they weren't even there to make the pie Man that's why Yeah, yeah Fake friends f** them, right though Ay f** a fake friend, get high And talk to god dawg mutha f**a [Hook] Let me tell yall about my month yall Codine in my blunts yall Like why the f** did I smoke the sh**? Fell asleep and never woke up from it But whatever, that man ain't wearin' my denim pants And these long, long nights on all this c**aine Ain't workin man [Verse 2] So, what am I to do when the game is so fake and I am true And my city just got the W And the number one spot is vacant too And I think my foot might fit the shoe And I think my gla**es look a fool And I know my daughter so proud Tell the kids my daddy got a pool And I can't stop smilin' at the crib I can't stop frownin' out in public I got this paparazzi on me Or see these rappers actin' funny I see them stealin' what I did I see them pimpin' out the culture I heard the game missed the kid Dear hip-hop this what I wrote y'all Just what I am [Outro] Young kells in this muthaf**a Young gun in this muthaf**a blam, aye For my city though, for the game EST, That is me, huh, hold up that is we, aye Double X, aye, we the best, aye They photoblog going crazy though Red lights muthaf**a, white smoke, haha