Miss Me? Lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Cleveland on my back L's up when you see me 

Came from the underground now they on tv swear to god haaan 

Ain't shit changed 

Fool, 

You can miss me with that rap shit 

You can miss me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat shit 

Miss me with that frat shit 

Only university I graduated was Hard Knocks 

I'm from Cleveland where they trap shit 

Five bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch 

Five bucks in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that cactus 

With saran wrap for the wrapping 

Whatchu mean? 

Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Garcia Vegas 

I swear its contagious the way that we passed it 

Patches on my denim vest about as old as my dad is 

Blood stains on my chucks cus well we know what that is 

Jet lag from these long flights still sitting coach like its practice 

Feeling like students when the schools back I'm trying to see what first class is 

Cash is the root of all evil 

But maybe that's why I do bad shit 

Fact is, I do what I need 

Cuz the country we live in is fascist, 

And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen what I seen without IMAX's and 3D glasses 

Yall in family houses like Bob Saget 

Both parents 

I was on family couches like "you don't want it?" ill wear it 

Inheriting hand me downs as a grown man, embarrassed 

And these dreams seem far-fetched 

When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage 

Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven dollar average 

This ain't living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite 

But maybe one day they'll remember me like they remember Mike 

When I'm gone 

Uh, Kells 

Maybe they'll remember me when I'm gone 

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When my times up on this earth 

And they bury me in the dirt 

Don't say that I ain't milk this life for everything that its worth (everything that its worth) 

And when I die remember me like Kurt, BANG! 

And they say Dub quit with that humble shit 

You can only be cool for so long 

Don't misjudge I'm not the one you wanna rumble with 

Write it down, take a pic 

Do whatever you gotta do to remember me 

I'm in your memory for infinity 

And the same goes for your bitch 

Remember me from Kennedy 

Or East High on the east side where niggas die over anything 

Yeah, Dub-O, 

Oh, you ain't know? 

I got go, I rock shows, I be calling plays like Flaco, 

But I'm so Cleveland its a damn shame 

And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way back and that double X is my campaign 

Pop bottles that champagne its Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my damn ring? 

Biatch, celebration for nothing let you believe what you see 

I'm in the back but no frontin 

7 days out the week I be working I'm full of hunger 

That jealousy is the smell of defeat 

Remember who told you 

I'm gone 

Remember me when I'm gone 

Photos 

When the time is up on my watch 

And they bury me in that box 

Don't say I ain't give this game everything that I got (everything that I got) 

And when I die remember me like Pac, BANG!