Lyrics Machine Gun Kelly (MGK)

Featuring: Puff Daddy

[Intro: Diddy]
Hey yo, ain't nobody left but us
Sh*t, last one standing
Lace up!
Black Flag!
Bad Boy, b*tch!
Hey yo, it's lonely at the top
Hey yo Kells, hey yo Kells are you ready?
Hey yo Kells, get these motherf*ckers

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
All of y'all better wake up now
Everyone's a little late right now
Keep it real, I'm a little hot
How the f*ck you gonna hate right now?
Remember my first single?
Chyea, well it's doing great right now
Took up 5 hundred thou' at the gate
Straight to the bank right now
Sh*t gets wicked in my city so I got a semi in a race right now
Everybody f*ckin' with me and if you ain't then you outta place right now
Everybody ain't real, everybody can't be us
Everybody stay losin', that makes us champions
I take that title, till they wave like that title
Introducin' me to Billie Jean, sh*t I'll take that Michael
Tryin' to bring the paper in, my paper thin like that Bible
That is how you win, stackin' Benjamins 'til it's big as the Eiffel, uh

We are the champions my friends
And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
Cause we are the champions of the world

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
I came straight from sellin' nickel bags
Out my baby mama pad just to get a meal
Straight from puttin' similac in a Walmart bag tryin make a steal
Straight from burnin' 1 thousand CD's with my name on it
Opposite of what the game wanted, motherf*cker we just tryna get a mill
Now the shaker grad boy signed to the Bad Boy
But I ain't gettin cheesecake, no this ain't Making of the Band homebody
What is that, my b*tch? God damn she Colombian homeboy?
Ever since I got some fans homeboy haters tryna be my friends homeboy
Pull up in that tour bus, everybody know what's going on in there
Backroom, lotta panties droppin', lotta pretty b*tches, pretty long hair
I'ma talk my sh*t, b*tch I came into the game as rookie of the year
Blake Griffin, Kyrie, Amare Stoudemire
Yeah and still couple people got a problem with me at the hater magazine
I mean Fader magazine, tell the journalist to suck what's in my saggin' jeans
Choke motherf*cker, choke man and none of my fans will open up your f*ckin' magazine
Lucky I don't have Jermaine come up in your office and load up a f*ckin' magazine
Charlemagne don't like me, what's his name won't fight me
I'm a hype individual, god damn it, hype beats hype me
Maybe cause I wasn't a good kid in a M.A.A.D. city like Kendrick
I was just a little bad motherf*cker beggin' landlords to be a tenant
Beggin' everyone to give my song a listen, tryin' get up out a sh*tty job position
Tryna get a 24 karat gold toilet cause I never had a pot to piss in
But it's OK I'm still maintaining,
No no no
Man f*ck that, f*ck maintaining,
I'm tired of being humble
It's time to let these industry motherf*ckers know, man
I wake up and I see four MTV-awards on my dresser that I got this year
I'm rolling up J's as long as my f*cking shoe on a gold plat.
Lace the f*ck up!

We are the champions my friends
And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
Cause we are the champions of the world

[Outro: Diddy]
Bad Boy
Lace Up
Black Flag
Never, never, never give up
We see you at the top, baby
We'll be waiting there with a ice cold flask lemonade and Cîroc
And a couple of bad b*tches inside, cause that's how we do
If you make it, you're welcome
Get down or lay down