World Series

[Intro]

Yeah

Kells

[Verse 1]

Who the fuck want it with him?

We ball like the Indians at the World Series 8th inning

I'm gone, rolling with Nicole Kidman

I hit the pussy like a bong, fuck show business

We in the jungle with the guerillas

We in the streets with the four wheelers

Don't speak I am no witness

You got beef?

Put an end to your talking like long sentence, ah, period

Uh, motherfucker, I'm serious

Who your favorite rapper? I'm curious

He ain't living out them words

He ain't used Machine Gun's verse on the track 'cause his ass got murdered, uh

I'm talking in the third

I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't from the Burgh

You talking to a Cleveland motherfucker in the first

So you better not get on my nerves, biatch

I need herb, though, keep me moving like turtle

Keep me seeing this purple

Keep it banging like Kirko

Work something, twerk something

Bitch, fuck me now she worth something

Gas tank on E, it ain't worth fronting

Tryin' to stunt on me the worst coming, okay

Motherfuckers gonna need some plumbing, I am the shit

And I feel like eating something

Feeding my stomach

Give me a rapper, make it a hundred

Fuck it, give 'em the hubble telescope

They couldn't see the youngin', no (Ah)

Fuck it, let 'em get a lil' something

Bring em to the block do a lil stuntin', that ain't nothing

Everywhere I go, I'm puttin' on

I ain't bluffing

Everywhere I go, I'm puttin' on

Bitch, I run it, Kells

[Interlude: Machine Gun Kelly, Slim Gudz & Tim Glover]

The fuck am I?

Ayo, Kells, get in the car

Ayo, ayo, let's get, ayy

Get in the car, man

Ayy, we gotta ride, son, let's go

Get in the fucking car

Woo, oh shit

[Chorus]

This song got a motherfucker feelin' like Pac though (Thug life)

Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')

Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')

Picture me rollin'

This song got a motherfucker feelin' like Pac though (Thug life)

Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')

Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')

Picture me rollin'

[Verse 2]

Picture me rich

Picture everybody with a picture of me hangin' on the wall like Prince

Picture your favorite R&B singer

Lookin' at a picture on her phone of my big ol' dick (Go)

Picture me living like Biggie

The real Frank White, I'm the king of my city

Picture all this shit starting as a dream (Mm)

Staring at a picture of Martin Luther King (Mm)

Bitch, that's my reaction

Tryna make it happen from rapping

Tryna avoid me in casket

Half of my kinfolk caught up in traffic from trappin'

My whole squaddone turned to a fraction

'Cause Tony Montana right up the block from us, dawg

It's hard not to get caught up in it at all, hard not to ball

Sales for yayo, then jail, then someone goes talk to the law

Please, God, tell me that ain't true

Tell me that name on that paperwork ain't you

If you ain't snitchin', then why is you home?

Stupid decision, bitch, better get gone

3 in the morn, I can't get rest, so I turn over, pick up that .38 Special

You bust in my door, then I bust at your neck, ho

Twenty-five stranded on death row

[Chorus]

This song got a motherfucker feelin' like Pac though (Thug life)

Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')

Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')

Picture me rollin'

This song got a motherfucker feelin' like Pac though (Thug life)

Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')

Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')

Picture me rollin'