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Golden God (Explicit) - Machine Gun Kelly
Written by：C. Baker/B. Allen/S. Basil/E Johnson
Ay red lights on in the boulevard

That means business

Throw up in this b**ch I might

Corny b**ches make me sick
I might throw up in this b**ch throw up in this b**ch

Gunna

Made man like Joe Pesci
I need Deniro or I'll Rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter

Bought a pound from a rasta

Bought the yayo from Miguel though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill them all we violent with no hesitation

Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon

I was working at Chipotle I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations

Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the f**k you wanted
They be asking why I'm such a legend
I took so much acid I be forgetting
I'm a golden god I'm a golden god
I'm on the roof of the party
Still almost famous still all the way dangerous
Still dirty Chuck Taylors still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you I ain't talk about a laser
We the golden squad we the golden squad
Double X we the hardest

Me Dub-O Mercy Marty

Should've never got us started

Motherf**ker I'm retarded
Do you know how I'm regarded

King of underground King of Cleveland town
King of m*******a gardens

I can't stop myself from coughing

Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can't believe I never had sh*t
2012 was a good year 2017 too lit
20/20 vision see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new sh*t 7 rings and a pool stick
8 ball let sway roll rockstars don't say no
This beat so flame though I forgot to say my name though
B**ch I'm G-U-double N-A Gunna
Never like my mother fighter not a lover
Man I'm wilding every summer
I ain't like my daddy he religious
I'm with b**ches burning rubber
I'm a desperado whiskey bottles 38 bang bang bang
Models be on the same thang thang
EST that's the gang gang gang

I'm a golden god I'm a golden god

I'm a golden god I'm a golden god

I'm a golden god I'm a golden god

I'm a golden god I'm a golden god
I'm on the roof of the party
B**ch I thought it was a drought

B**ch I thought you had the clout

I'm a golden god I'm a golden god
I'm on the roof of the party

Still almost famous still all the way dangerous

Still all the way dangerous