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mgk
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
M. Brascom
Songwriter:in
A. Yates
Songwriter:in
C. Mitchell
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
M. Brascom
Produzent:in
Irvin Whitlow
Produzent:in
Alexander Diliplane
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Chris Bellman
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Fabian Marasciullo
Mischtechniker:in
Michael "Silent Mike" Brascom
Produzent:in
Slim Gudz
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
I'm humble because I know what it feels like to be at the bottom
And nobody, no fans, no nothing, nobody believing in me
Now look at me
[Verse 2]
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 howling
They try and come around now I'm somebody
[Verse 3]
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, **** 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 hearts and they're hard to bear
But they doubted me, 'cause I'm nothing
Like I never knew how to be stylistic
It's foulin' and it's proud to be wild in this
Thinking now it's time to get the crowd shouting
Now people found DMX robbed people's salaries
Way back when I was feeling defeated
When inspiration, motivation was needed
At the pace to be great I've exceeded
All of your ecxpectations, you fakers can eat it
[Verse 4]
This my world, this my game
All the wicked shit is coming out of my brain
This my girl, music is my dame
If you can get it, I'm a get it PI, mane
When I shared the past scared that I would get the people liking me
And wouldn't dare to buy your shit
Try to told you before that my flow's sick
Really sold on the road with my whole clique
Everybody listening to witness, Tech's whirlwind
In a club with MGK, thick sex twirlin'
Fall to the top, never did stop, now we got, it's fuck the world then
The haters in the past on my ass
Wanna come around like my ex-girlfriends
[Verse 5]
For the block
For that spot
To the top
Screaming fuck the world (Fuck the world)
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world (Fuck the world)
Screaming motherfuck the world
And that's real, how I feel 24/7 in a city when a weak man die
Doing whatever we got to do to survive
Hand to the sky, middle finger up high
Scream fuck the world (Fuck the world)
Screaming motherfuck the world (Fuck the world)
Fuck the world (Fuck the world)
Screaming motherfuck the world
[Verse 6]
I remember thinking would rather die
Than go through what I was going through
And I was struggling to survive
Full of ambition and I'm ready to ride
No tragedy over triumph for 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 seeking 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 ho pimping on everybody and certain motherfuckers
That wanna get in my circle, I tell 'em no
'Cause I gotta get money up in my anatomy, naturally
And I gotta be gradually happy to hollar
And somebody wanna speak and they might be on that bullshit
So sometime I just fuck 'em, I don't even bother
[Verse 7]
And who knows what's next for three haters chasin' dreams
Hailing from the Midwest as we're spread our wrings
[Verse 8]
All of us striving to sail over the summit
Creatin' us a vision that will be stunning
We'll be coming to earth and your city and do a show
You would get to see everybody for miles come running
Yelling for Machine Gun Kelly and Tech N9ne and Twista get it in
Better bring something smelly
We can take it to another level, wherever you wanna go
Everybody put up your hands, 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
[Verse 9]
For the block
For that spot
To the top
Screaming fuck the world (Fuck the world)
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world (Fuck the world)
Screaming motherfuck the world
And that's real, how I feel 24/7 in a city when a weak man die
Doing whatever we got to do to survive
Hand to the sky, middle finger up high
Scream fuck the world (Fuck the world)
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world (Fuck the world)
Screaming motherfuck the world
[Verse 10]
From the back streets to the pack sheets
On the block, running from cops like athletes
Whoever would've imagined lace up
Could've got me to the finish line, track meets
And when everybody's hot, I'm past heat
And if I don't need the fuel, don't gas me
It's been a long time coming since 100 words and running
Motherfuck come and catch me
And when these other rappers pen and pad it
I was 13, with a semi-automatic
Anything we ever wanted, then you know that we gotta have it
Don't nobody ever snitch, get pinched you forget like magic
Kids carry tools like go-go gadget
Leaving high school through an open casket
Now another baby in the stomach of a baby
Mother never gonna know it's daddy, tragic
Why the government got to lie to get money?
What the federal reserve gotta take from me
What should i be fighting for another country?
Have you seen my city?
Motherfucker we hungry
Representing for the middle of the map
Even though me and mine and coming form the bottom
Why do all the greats fall when it isn't autumn?
Where would Pac be at if nobody woulda shot him?
[Verse 11]
Do you really thing that Notorious B would believe these guys?
Or the internet thugs that the media finds?
You wanna talk about grind, look in the encyclopedia
What name is in there bet you see mine
Motherfucker this Kells
Skinny boys, 6 foot 3
Heat bigger than a SUV
Lord know I've been through hell and back
Put in jail and crack, but 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 was some headphones
So he picked a song and he turned 'em on
Every morning just to get him through the day
Looking for escape and a kick and the bass
That's the story of MGK, lace up
[Verse 12]
For the block
For that spot
To the top
Screaming fuck the world (Fuck the world)
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world (Fuck the world)
Screaming motherfuck the world
And that's real, how I feel 24/7 in a city when a weak man die
Doing whatever we got to do to survive
Hand to the sky, middle finger up high
Scream fuck the world (Fuck the world)
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world (Fuck the world)
Screaming motherfuck the world
Written by: A. Yates, Aaron D. Yates, C. Mitchell, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Colson Baker, Irvin Whitlow, M. Brascom, Michael Pierre Brascom