Get Laced

I'm so God damn gone I don't know where home is

Feeling real sauced up no boneless

I keep it G, fuck 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, bitch 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

Fuck Lebron, the Kid never left y'all

Forget the number twenty-three 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 fuck bitch ass dick shit 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 fucking with these trees real heavy man, real real heavy man

Blowing up brown good, the shit's real pettigrand

Mix it with the red I be calling that shit 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, fuck dude

I'd rather be a lame than rely on a name

Or rock sunglasses in the dark man, fuck 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, Dub 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 bitch

The dope boys feel me, the suburbs 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 shit, 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