text: This should be played at high volume
  Hahaha, got em!
  Im boss, youre a bred hustla
   state my name, Killer Kells motherr, ayy!
  Yall better get your paper,  pocket change gets stomped on
  My dollar bills get raised up, never see no hater
  My 
  Currency stack is so high that we need every acre
  I hustle for corporate dollars, drink in peace, bitch
  Come on, in silence, give me the check or put the chains up
  Yeah, we made ya
  This is my muscle, my product, my hustle, my fame
  My block, my game, my world, my life
  I came down, both doors pop and the bass pound
  I got more bump in my trunk than all the in A-Town
  I am who? Kells
  Was broke as a pole, man, now Im rich as a cartel 
  Hell, lot more of them trying to spend bills
   liquor for tropical rain, hit on my windshield
  From Js with no boots, pants with no loops 
  Now Im the king of the concrete jungle, no zoo 
  Grind hard, hustle the hustle, and stay hungry
  Its Machine Gun Kelly, the kid get money
  We do this for the block 
  We do this for the streets 
  Ayy, I do this for the world 
  Rap for my vision
  Get rich, get money
  Cleveland, raise up!
   hotness, VBS stones and cold watches
  Open safe deposits and overflow them boxes 
  Flash flood, vaults, here in your day office 
  Keys to the bank, yes, call me the locksmith
  I done came up
  Groupies all over my jock when I step in this spot
  Girl, call me Jadakiss, mwah
   leave pecks on the forehead, goodnight, haters
  I wake up in a small green building, crawl up, alligator
  I terminate her, Kells Schwarzenegger 
  Pow, pow, let them shots fly
  Corporate America want a piece of the pie
  But it Im gonna keep in mind 
  Now I shine
  None of yall ever seen what night 
  Its my house, I pay the bills so I will turn the lights out
  Where my goons at? Gotta keep my squad tight
  From the block, paper load and we hit the block up all night
  And the dogs like, we hustling kings
  Make money, take money, its a hustling gig
  We do this for the block 
  We do this for the streets 
  Ayy, I do this for the world 
  Rap for my vision
  Get rich, get money
  Cleveland, raise up!
  We do this for the block 
  We do this for the streets 
  Ayy, I do this for the world 
  Rap for my vision
  Get rich, get money
  Cleveland, raise up!
  Hundred sixty-five pounds
  With the heart of a heavyweight, Im holding this game down
  Get your hands up in the air now
  Its a shakedown, consider your wallet on a break now
  From the suburbs across town, we ball out
  My closets a department store, what the fk is a 
  Jaguar , big fist, normal
  Less talk, more drank, spill til we fall out
  I grinded before birth, speeders
  Now streets on both sides of my Adidas
   speeders
  People when they see us, those who hate wanna be us
  Im rich as a biatch
  Im a mean man, but I do own 
  In the beginning of my ends
  Wanna do long, lemme grab my lens
  Zoom in, hot damn
  Hundred thousand turn into a Benz
   nose ring, these troubles Im like a patient
  More , more mic, and a hustlas motivation
  We do this for the block 
  We do this for the streets 
  Ayy, I do this for the world 
  Rap for my vision
  Get rich, get money
  Cleveland, raise up!
  We do this for the block 
  We do this for the streets 
  Ayy, I do this for the world 
  Rap for my vision
  Get rich, get money
  Cleveland, raise up!
  Yo, this is your boy, Machine Gun Kelly, MGK
  And I am officially certified, man
  So go cop that Stamp of Approval mixtape
  Available now