Lyrics On Everything - Machine Gun Kelly, Tezo

On Everything

What’s really good?
Niggas tell me that I made it when I hit the hood
Old girl gave it up like I knew she would
When you saw me, you ain’t swing like I knew you would
On that fake shit, that’s a Whoopie Cushion
Old from the start type and he ain’t gettin whoopings
I could tell, crabs in the bucket if I fall I’ll break shells
They hating on Jesus, I ain’t tripping, oh well
I’m just tryna live, word to bond
Swipe it like a visa, catch me if you cheetah
Franklin’s new Aretha
I am great, nice to meet ya
On my toes like a ballerina
After this shit drop, I won’t be making pizzas
I ain’t never lie, killin everything moving, Mr. Homicide
Mr. Dinner Date, Mr. My Guy
I been doing this but right now I’m at an all time high
I heard you talkin shit but I’ma let it slide
And maybe your chick too, I shine like a gold tooth
Cause niggas is so poop
Fetch me a trash can, I’m suttin like Shaftman
Yeah, body body like P in 97 man
Ya’ll niggas out here lookin like Terry
Ya’ll niggas out here lookin like
Made peace with the past, hello future
Can’t look back, no time for that
Waiting on a miracle, you can’t do that
You gotta go and get it like a pick up order, ay
I woke up out in California, my Cali chick like good morning
Food cooked, weed rolled for me
I just laugh cause I think it’s funny
Everybody love you when they think that you getting money
Ay I can’t wait to ball, like a bad ass kid, tear up the mall
And she got some on, tell her pull down them drawers
Hit it on the first night, I never call
Married to the game, rockin chains instead of wedding ring
If he in the way stretch him out like a limousine
These niggas frontin they don’t want the cake like Anna Mae
I am here to stay, I put that on everything
I put that on everything, I put that on everything
I put that on everything, I’m here to stay
I put that on everything
(Bitch)
(I put that on everything, I put that on everything)
(I put that on everything. Bitch we here to stay)
(I put that on everything)
Me and the crew sippin brews, steady skipping school
Never trusted no one so we tuck a 22
Call a couple bitches, fuck em till they mouths drool
That’s how a young muhfucka from the 'land do
I mean a young muhfucka from the 'land too
Trill, too real, too ill
Excuse me if I do not do it for the camera
Bitch I grew up in the jungle, I’m fuckin bananas
My gorillas wit me and m dealer wit me
Wit 50 pounds of the sticky icky
Straight from the ???
boys in the Windy City
Pity, pity these mothafuckas smokin bunk
I light a j and kill a verse, put that shit in the trunk
Back in shaker used to kill em on the table a ton
Bet a couple dollars you could lose the shit if you want
Fuck a rest, still chase change
Always make the mothafucka money
Never let the money make me, bitch
Young gunner, salute when you see me
I live what I’m rapping for real, you just do it for TV, believe me
My hands bulimic, throwin up L’s
Those fans deleted wack rappers and listen to Kells
Used to walk up to the dairy market, get me a shell
Cop a gram from the 5 for my homies in bail
Still 357 under the front of my belt
Now my album is selling off the fuckin front of the shelves
This a evolution, a real mothafucka made it, what a revolution
Still muhfuckas hate it, but they couldn’t do it
Let me educate the students
You couldn’t measure my ground with 80 million rulers
I do this
Shhhh, you could try me if you want and be foolish
But I’m the champion, that means that everyone else loses
You put that money on me, guaranteed you’ll recoup it
Bitch I am legend, name a rapper that I haven’t influenced
Kells!