Show Must Go On (feat. Machine Gun Kelly & Math Allen)

Dear Lord, forgive us for we know not what we do I used to snatch purses Now I'm stealin' money from corporate America Writing these goddamn verses Tryna get 50 Cent to me Stupid I turn him a G Unit Make him beg for mercy Fuck juice, get a keg I'm thirsty Walk in the VMA's while your mans rehearsing I don't give a shit if he went platinum twice If he ain't a real one I'ma snatch the mic Uh, go on gimme that Feelin' like Yeezy, tell me where the Henny at We deserve it, we been workin' Even on days when it don't seem worth it I be two on, new shit your style need a group home Old bitch I'm beasting, hungry Mothafucka need me somethin' to chew on Come here I'm too gone 2 AM gettin' head in the Yukon Two grams of the kush in the blue bong Two students in the bed from the Tuscon What more can a mothafucka do wrong I'm a sinner I know Maybe that's why there is fire every city I go Maybe I'ma just retire and become a supplier Cause I'm already buying all the fuckin' weed y'all grow Know I roll, one to the sky and blow Lock and load, can't nobody stop this show Can't nobody knock this flow, kick down Fuck knockin' your door, we doin' it biggie Gettin' busy, competition is lookin' iffy You ain't gotta gas me, ridin' on empty No invite I'm runnin' through the entry Gone We live fast but we don't wanna die young We don't wanna die young but we ain't never gon' run You can send 'em, I'll be ready when they come The show must go on, the show must go on Can't nobody stop this show The show must go on Fuck with me, I been trill like [?] with me Gettin' big like [?] with me Cleveland from thugs with me It's the first of the month Fried shrimp for lunch Rossi in my cup Lace the fuck up Said if you got a problem Baby you can get the back hand Tryna say that I'm a bad man Sayin' labor was a bad plan But I don't feel no pressure Same way I feel about your impression It's money over the pressure Representing for the reckless Know you could feel my presence Through the message Gotta thank God, it's a blessing Stackin' up like Tetris And I take more if you let me Just take five, let me shine My eyes low, but I'm not tired Keep quiet, man I tried This suicide, suicide We live fast but we don't wanna die young We don't wanna die young but we ain't never gon' run You can send 'em, I'll be ready when they come The show must go on, the show must go on Can't nobody stop this show The show must go on