text: Im humble because I know what it feels like to be at the bottom and have nobody
  No fans, no nothing, nobody believing in you
  Now look at me...
  I was down on the ground with nobody
  Some in my town said my sound was a hobby
  Now that Im crowned theyre astounded and oddly
  They try and come around, now Im somebody
  Middle finger in the air with a hope and a prayer, I started this
  Never had no money then my daughter hit
  That was a get-up-and-hustle-nigga starter kit
  Hard to spit, bars to get, at stars when its, not marketed
  Youre far from it, dark and your partner quit
  Really barking, you wishing for the spark to get a heart in your art a bit
  But they doubted me cause Im nothing like them, never knew how to be
  Stylistically foul, and hes proud to be wild and hes
  Thinking now is time to get the crowd shouting
  Now people found him, its, Wow, peep his salary
  Way back when I was feeling defeated 
  When inspiration, motivation was needed 
  At the pace to be great, Ive exceeded
  All of your expectations, you fakers can eat it!
  This my world, this my game
  All the wicked shit is coming out of my brain
  This is my girl, music is my dame
  If you can get it Im a keep it P.I., mane
  Why not share the pie? Scared that I
  Would get the people liking me and wouldnt dare to buy your shit
  Try to told ya before that my flow sick
  Milli sold on the road with my whole clique
  Everybody listenin to Witness, Techs whirlwind
  In the club with MGK, thick sex twirling
  Fought to the top, never did stop, now we got it, its Fuck the world then
  The haters in the past on my ass wanna come around like my ex-girlfriends
   Uhh, for the block I to that spot I to the top I 
  Screaming Fuck the world 
  Screaming Mothafuck the world
  Fuck the world 
  Screaming Mothafuck the world
  And thats real, how I feel 24/7 in a city where the weak men die
  Doing whatever we gotta do to survive
  Head to the sky, middle finger up high
  Scream Fuck the world 
  Screaming Mothafuck the world
  Fuck the world 
  Screaming Mothafuck the world
  Twista, I remember thinking I would rather die
  Then go through what I was going through when I was struggling to survive
  Full of ambition and Im ready to ride
  No tragedy over triumph and I am a Lion I gotta try
  Full of drama, I was feeling like a failure
  Fiending for the industry again, I was living in disgust
  Doing odd jobs, everybody seeing me
  Traveling to work, back and forth on the bus
  Yeah, I was fucked up
  But I got it together for yall
  Spit venomous lyrics cause I was ready to ball
  Started Po Pimping on everybody
  And certain mothafuckers that want to get in my circle I tell them naw
  Cause I got to get money up in my anatomy, naturally
  And I gotta be gradually happy to holla
  At somebody when they speak and they might be on that bullshit
  So sometimes it’s Fuck them, I don’t even bother
  And who knows whats next for three angels chasing dreams
  Hailing from the Midwest, as we spread our wings
  All of us striving to surf over the summit
  Creating us a vision that would be stunning
  When we come to Earth and your city and do a show
  You would get to see everybody from miles come running
  Yelling for Machine Gun Kelly
  And Tech N9ne and Twista get it in, better bring something smelly
  We could take it to another level, wherever you wanna go
  Everybody put they hands up, Im ready
  Come on and get wild let loose
  Celebrate the fact that you made it and let me see you get buck
  You done been through some shit
  But you did it cause you had the heart to throw the middle finger up, yeah
   Uhh, for the block I to that spot I to the top I 
  Screaming Fuck the world 
  Screaming Mothafuck the world
  Fuck the world 
  Screaming Mothafuck the world
  And thats real, how I feel 24/7 in a city where the weak men die
  Doing whatever we gotta do to survive
  Head to the sky, middle finger up high
  Scream Fuck the world 
  Screaming Mothafuck the world
  Fuck the world 
  Screaming Mothafuck the world
  From the back streets to the packed seats
  On the block, running from the cops, like athletes
  Ugh, whoever wouldve imagined Lace Up couldve got me to the finish like track meets?
  And when everybody’s hot, Im past heat
  And if I dont need the fuel, dont gas me 
  Its been a long time coming since 100 Words And Running
  Mothafucker come catch me
  And while these other rappers pen and pad it
  I was 13, with a semi-automatic
  Anything we ever wanted then you know we gotta have it
  Don’t anybody ever snitch, get pinched, you forget like magic
  Kids carry tools like go-go gadget 
  Leaving high school to an open casket
  Now another baby in the stomach of his babys mother
  Never gonna know his daddy, tragic
  Whys the government gotta lie to get money? 
  Whys the federal reserve gotta take from me? 
  Why should I be fighting for another country?
  Have you seen my city mothafucka? We hungry! 
  Representing for the middle of the map even though me and mine are coming from the bottom 
  Why do all greats fall when it isnt autumn?
  Where would Pac be at if nobody wouldve shot him?
  You really think that Notorious B.I.G would believe these guys? 
  All these internet thugs that the media finds?
  You wanna talk about grind?
  Look at me in the encyclopedia, what name is in it?
  I bet you see mine, motherfucker thats Kells
  Skinny boy, six foot three
  Heart bigger than an SUV
  Lord knows I been through hell and back
  Ducking jail and crack
  And still, I came out on T-O-P
  So this is for the kid who never had a father figure to depend on
  Spending every school day being sent home
  Feeling like he doesnt know anybody
  Because the only thing he ever had to him was some headphones
  So he pick a song, and he turn em on
  Every morning just to get him through the day
  Looking for an escape and the kick in the bass
  Thats the story of MGK
  Lace Up!
   Uhh, for the block I to that spot I to the top I 
  Screaming Fuck the world 
  Screaming Mothafuck the world
  Fuck the world 
  Screaming Mothafuck the world
  And thats real, how I feel 24/7 in a city where the weak men die
  Doing whatever we gotta do to survive
  Head to the sky, middle finger up high
  Scream Fuck the world 
  Screaming Mothafuck the world
  Fuck the world 
  Screaming Mothafuck the world