[Verse 1]
I'm so God damn gone I don't know where home is

Feeling real sauced up no boneless
I keep it G, $#&@ keeping up with the Joneses
Smelling so funky that you would think that I was homeless

And the fans like, Kells stop playing with him
That girl's man like, (*##$ stop laying with him
And the haters on the internet tryna' be thugged out

But them dealers and killers man I was staying with 'em
Eastside Cleveland to the death yo
$#&@ Lebron the king never left y'all

Forget the number 23 man it's EST
You see it tatted on my chest, we the best y'all
Couple stacks if you wanna get a verse from me

Make a diss track if you wanna get a hearse from me
I got the gift already so I $#&@ (*##$ $$# dick %#@! if you wanna get the curse from me
Cause everybody be wanting something that I got

Leaning on me like a tripod
But I'm already leaning up with the liquor
They be running up like do or die guy, Kells on their iPod

And I'm $#&@ing with these trees real heavy man, real real heavy man
Blowing up brown good, the %#@!'s real pettigrand
Mix it with the red I be calling that %#@! spaghetti

I'll be all up in the mountains blowing on that white yeti, man
End of the day I'll be chilling man, what's new
I'm for the people not the rappers man, $#&@ dude

I'd rather be a lame than rely on a name
Or rock sunglasses in the dark man, $#&@ cool
And the album coming soon y'all bear with me

Laced up, Chuck T's brought a pair with me
Hit 123rd for the sour Dies
Though I'm blunted in the car looking like a flare's with me

The people here with me hold me down, all dogs homie know me out
That's why my circle as small as a penny cause ain't no-one sold me out
But funny how everyone knows me now

And before all this we had the streets on lock, man, Doug knows
Ask Ash what it was 'fore we book shows
Me and Slim in a 1 bedroom, no money no food but now we eating good though

Now I could go (Where?)
Anywhere up there, all I gotta do is push go
Give me the green light meaning give me good 'dro

From a land far far away where the wood grow
And I'm staying real throwed like a pitch
Cop a whole zip put it in a dish

Blowing something real real evil so I call this witch
You got dirt so I call that ditch, you (*##$


[Verse 2]
The dope boys feel me, the sub nerds feel me
Your girl definitely does, cause she here with me

So really you don't have a choice but to deal with me
And you like my %#@!, keep it real with me
Matter of fact, let's keep this one hundred

If I was pocket change I would be one hundred
You would be a nickel, even when I'm nothing
I was still a two fifties equalling out to one hundred

So keep it one hundred, Kells is that boy
Who resuscitated the city dog, that boy
Who got a whole coast behind him, that boy

So if you want the real, listen to that boy
And I'm that boy, 20 years old
With the world on my shoulder like a fur coat

Used to be square now I'm in a circle
Sipping Merlot, for real man, for sure


So about it you'd think I was from No Limit
Real white boy rap, dog, no gimmick
Bringing the game back to life with no clinic

Because I let 'em see the real me, no tinted
So I'm in this, the new face of
Hip hop I gave the game a shake up

And this brand new change comes in the shape of
A 6″ 3′ blonde haired boy, lace up