Till I Die [explicit] Lyrics - General Admission [explicit] - Machine Gun Kelly

One time for the city, my city 

Bitch, I'm from The Land, till I die (till I die) till I die 

On the East Side till I die (till I die) till I die 

Bumpin' that Bone Thugs till I die (till I die) till I die 

In the hood, I'm good till I die, CLE till I die, ho 

Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on 

Puttin' on, puttin' on 

Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on 

Puttin' on, puttin' on 

Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on 

Puttin' on, puttin' on 

Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on 

Puttin' on 

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(Kells) Where you from? 

Straight outta the muthafuckin' crib, ho 

On 128th, me and Slim, doe 

Dead broke, we were smoking mid, bro 

Baby mama hollerin' "How we suppose to live though?!" 

Fuck that! Beat the game up quick, though (Blow) 

Everybody in the team eating 

Green meals, green leaves, it's the green season 

Catch me on Lee, up at Sharks eating 

Whippin' with the hot sauce like I'm street leaguin', And1 though 

On the porch getting cut though 

On first block with the blunt rolled, me and Dub-O 

My city, my city 

Been turned up from the jump tho 

Bitch, I'm from The Land, till I die (till I die) till I die 

On the East Side till I die (till I die) till I die 

Bumpin' that Bone Thugs till I die (till I die) till I die 

In the hood, I'm good till I die, CLE till I die, ho 

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Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on 

Puttin' on, puttin' on 

Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on 

Puttin' on, puttin' on 

Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on 

Puttin' on, puttin' on 

Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on 

Puttin' on 

Where you from? Y'all know, y'all know 

It's tatted up on all my squad, ho (Squad!) 

I roll J's in a 12 inch RAW paper 

Erry'day I live life like Pablo (Pablo) 

Y'all know, y'all know 

I'm tatted like I don't need jobs, ho 

Nobody's gonna stop me getting paper 

Erry'day I feel like El Chapo 

I was getting high in the 6th grade 

Throwing hands in the hall on the first day 

Scared of one of my hoes gettin' knocked up 

Snatching purses in the mall, getting locked up 

Bitch, I needed paper, I needed paper 

Dreamin' of the penthouse on the elevator 

The hood taught me don't talk, just walk mine 

Timbos on the curb by the stop sign (Kells) 

East Side, West Side 

Cleveland for life 

East Side, West Side 

Uptown to down the way 

Uptown to down the way 

EC to the Heights, all day 

EC to the Heights, all day 

Bitch, I'm from The Land till I die (till I die) till I die 

On The East Side till I die (till I die) till I die 

Bumpin that Bone Thugs till I die (till I die) till I die 

In the hood, I'm good till I die, EST till I die, ho