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MACHINE GUN KELLY lyrics : "Salute"

Everybody know I, do it
Yall thought he was gone right?
Y'all thought it was over

Let me tell yall something though
When he say EST for life
He mean that %#@!

It's the return of the underdog
The voice of the people
And he's still 100 words and running

So yall better lace the $#&@ up

Straight from the mother $#&@in jungle

From lions tigers and bears
Now I'm ready to rumble
Yeah the good guy never wins

I'll be humble
Whole city on my back
And I aint gon' stumble

Haha back with the ethiopean skin tone
Mama shoulda cut her filopeans
Knowing I was gonna be a problem when I get this income

Is kells here?
Man please I been gone
And I'm never turnin back again

Cuz a block wanna trap you in
I done lost too many friends to the streets out here
Too soon to not know what's happenin

Call a taxi in
Get a book read the facts again
Ain't %#@! about us fancy man

Welcome to the east town
We happy in
And Ima put this mother $#&@er on the map again

Heroes are remembered
Legends never die
I ain't dyin any time soon

What am I?
The hometown hero
!@%& it with a legendary flow

And a name that's forever mine
Kells, can't nobody $#&@ with me
I'm on another level

Aint nobody off of me
... couldnt get you onto my level
And that's cold... company

Everybody I'm good
Yeah and when I step into the biulding
Everybody put they mother $#&@in hands up

(Put em up, put em up, lace up)
Yeah and when I come into the spot
All the real mother $#&@ers gonna stand up

Kells
Who gon' stop me
Who gon' stop me

Underdog of the year
Call me rocky
Underdog of the year

Call me rocky?
Don't act like you ain't copy
(*##$ I'm...

You can't knock me
This rock bottom
Who gon' top me

EST be the team that got me
Who gon stop me
You gon stop me?

Everybody get the $#&@ out
Show me a rapper that you think is iller than me
I bet I pull their $#&@in tongue out

Nowadays everybody be thinkin they ballin
I came around and home runned on these players from the duggout
Yeah (*##$ what now

Hat to the side
Bags underneath my eyes
Got me lookin like I'm strung out

Can't even get outta bed
Without a pair of original chucks laced up
Then we lookin to run out
^!$$% who will run out
Every show and every single city I step into

All the... people come out
Every single stage I'm on
Ima dumb out (?)
Yelling EST untill I blow a lung out
And that's why I love my fans

I swear my fans are my fam
Took it from the bottom
And we never goin back again
Lace Up Cleveland's on the map again
Kells


Yeah and when I step into the biulding
Everybody put they mother $#&@in hands up
(Put em up, put em up, lace up)
Yeah and when I come into the spot

All the real mother $#&@ers gonna stand up
Kells
Who gon' stop me
Who gon' stop me
Underdog of the year
Call me rocky

Underdog of the year
Call me rocky?
Don't act like you ain't copy
(*##$ I'm...
You can't knock me
This rock bottom
Who gon' top me

EST be the team that got me
Who gon stop me
You gon stop me?

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