Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
mgk
mgk
Vocals
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Vocals
Twista
Twista
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M. Brascom
M. Brascom
Songwriter
A. Yates
A. Yates
Songwriter
C. Mitchell
C. Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Irvin Whitlow
Irvin Whitlow
Producer
Alexander Diliplane
Alexander Diliplane
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
M. Brascom
M. Brascom
Producer
Slim Gudz
Slim Gudz
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I'm humble because I know what it feels like to be at the bottom and have nobody No fans, no nothing, nobody believing in you Now look at me I was down on the ground with nobody Some in my town said my sound was a hobby Now that I'm crowned they're astounded and oddly They try and come around, now I'm somebody Middle finger in the air with a hope and a prayer, I started this Never had no money then my daughter hit That was a get-up-and-hustle-nigga starter kit Hard to spit, bars to get, at stars when it's, not marketed You're far from it, dark and your partner quit Really barking, you wishing for the spark to get a heart in your art a bit But they doubted me 'cause I'm nothing like them, never knew how to be Stylistically foul, and he's proud to be wild and he's Thinking now is time to get the crowd shouting Now people found him, it's, "Wow, peep his salary" Way back when I was feeling defeated (rrr) When inspiration, motivation was needed (rrrr) At the pace to be great, I've exceeded All of your expectations, you fakers can eat it! This my world, this my game All the wicked shit is coming out of my brain This is my girl, music is my dame If you can get it I'm a keep it P.I., mane Why not share the pie? Scared that I would get the people liking me and wouldn't dare to buy your shit Try to told ya before that my flow sick Milli' sold on the road with my whole clique Everybody listenin' to Witness, Tech's whirlwind In the club with MGK, thick sex twirling Fought to the top, never did stop, now we got it, it's "Fuck the world" then The haters in the past on my ass wanna come around like my ex-girlfriends Uhh, for the block I (go) to that spot I (go) to the top I (go) Screaming "Fuck the world" (fuck the world), screaming "Mothafuck the world" "Fuck the world" (fuck the world), screaming "Mothafuck the world" Doing whatever we gotta do to survive Head to the sky, middle finger up high Scream "Fuck the world" (fuck the world), screaming "Mothafuck the world" "Fuck the world" (fuck the world), screaming "Mothafuck the world" Twista, I remember thinking I would rather die Then go through what I was going through when I was struggling to survive Full of ambition and I'm ready to ride No tragedy over triumph and I am a Lion I gotta try Full of drama, I was feeling like a failure Fiending for the industry again, I was living in disgust Doing odd jobs, everybody seeing me Traveling to work, back and forth on the bus Yeah, I was fucked up But I got it together for y'all Spit venomous lyrics cause I was ready to ball Started Po Pimping on everybody And certain mothafuckers that want to get in my circle I tell them naw Cause I got to get money up in my anatomy, naturally And I gotta be gradually happy to holla At somebody when they speak and they might be on that bullshit So sometimes it's "Fuck them", I don't even bother And who knows what's next for three angels chasing dreams Hailing from the Midwest, as we spread our wings All of us striving to surf over the summit Creating us a vision that would be stunning When we come to Earth and your city and do a show You would get to see everybody from miles come running Yelling for Machine Gun Kelly And Tech N9ne and Twista get it in, better bring something smelly We could take it to another level, wherever you wanna go Everybody put they hands up, I'm ready Come on and get wild let loose Celebrate the fact that you made it and let me see you get buck You done been through some shit But you did it cause you had the heart to throw the middle finger up, yeah Uhh, for the block I (go) to that spot I (go) to the top I (go) Screaming "Fuck the world" (fuck the world), screaming "Mothafuck the world" "Fuck the world" (fuck the world), screaming "Mothafuck the world" And that's real, how I feel 24/7 in a city where the weak men die Doing whatever we gotta do to survive Head to the sky, middle finger up high Scream "Fuck the world" (fuck the world), screaming "Mothafuck the world" "Fuck the world" (fuck the world), screaming "Mothafuck the world" From the back streets to the packed seats On the block, running from the cops, like athletes Ugh, whoever would've imagined Lace Up could've got me to the finish like track meets? And when everybody's hot, I'm past heat And if I don't need the fuel, don't gas me (yeah) It's been a long time coming since 100 Words And Running Mothafucker come catch me And while these other rappers pen and pad it I was 13, with a semi-automatic Anything we ever wanted then you know we gotta have it Don't anybody ever snitch, get pinched, you forget like magic Kids carry tools like go-go gadget (blah) Leaving high school to an open casket Now another baby in the stomach of his baby's mother Never gonna know his daddy, tragic Why's the government gotta lie to get money? (huh?) Why's the federal reserve gotta take from me? (why?) Why should I be fighting for another country? Have you seen my city mothafucka, we hungry (urghh) Representing for the middle of the map even though me and mine are coming from the bottom (waddup) Why do all greats fall when it isn't autumn? Where would Pac be at if nobody would've shot him? You really think that Notorious B.I.G would believe these guys? (Nope) All these internet thugs that the media finds? You wanna talk about grind? Look at me in the encyclopedia, what name is in it? I bet you see mine, motherfucker that's Kells Skinny boy, six foot three Heart bigger than an SUV Lord knows I been through hell and back Ducking jail and crack And still, I came out on T-O-P So this is for the kid who never had a father figure to depend on Spending every school day being sent home Feeling like he doesn't know anybody Because the only thing he ever had to him was some headphones So he pick a song, and he turn 'em on Every morning just to get him through the day Looking for an escape and the kick in the bass That's the story of MGK Lace Up Uhh, for the block I (go) to that spot I (go) to the top I (go) Screaming "Fuck the world" (fuck the world), screaming "Mothafuck the world" "Fuck the world" (fuck the world), screaming "Mothafuck the world" And that's real, how I feel 24/7 in a city where the weak men die Doing whatever we gotta do to survive Head to the sky, middle finger up high Scream "Fuck the world" (fuck the world), screaming "Mothafuck the world" "Fuck the world" (fuck the world) Screaming "Mothafuck the world
Writer(s): Carl Terrell Mitchell, Richard Colson Baker, Aaron Dontez Yates, Irvin Whitlow, Michael Pierre Brascom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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