Get Laced

Im so God damn gone I dont 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 girls 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 king never left yall
Forget the number 23 man its EST
You see it tatted on my chest, we the best yall
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 Im already leaning up with the liquor
They be running up like do or die guy, Kells on their iPod
And Im fucking with these trees real heavy man, real real heavy man
Blowing up brown good, the shits real pettigrand
Mix it with the red I be calling that shit spaghetti
Ill be all up in the mountains blowing on that white yeti, man
End of the day Ill be chilling man, whats new
Im for the people not the rappers man, fuck dude
Id rather be a lame than rely on a name
Or rock sunglasses in the dark man, fuck cool
And the album coming soon yall bear with me
Laced up, Chuck Ts brought a pair with me
Hit 123rd for the sour Dies
Though Im blunted in the car looking like a flares with me
The people here with me hold me down, all dogs homie know me out
Thats why my circle as small as a penny cause aint 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 Im 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
[Verse 2]
The dope boys feel me, the sub nerds feel me
Your girl definitely does, cause she here with me
So really you dont have a choice but to deal with me
And you like my shit, keep it real with me
Matter of fact, lets keep this one hundred
If I was pocket change I would be one hundred
You would be a nickel, even when Im 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 Im that boy, 20 years old
With the world on my shoulder like a fur coat
Used to be square now Im in acircle
Sipping Merlot, for real man, for sure
So about it youd 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 Im 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