text: 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 Kid never left yall
  Forget the number twenty-three 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, no meow
  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, 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 
  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
  The dope boys feel me, the suburbs 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 a circle
  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