Miss Me?

[Verse 1: 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 [Hook 1: Machine Gun Kelly] 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! [Verse 2: Dub-O] 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  [Hook 2: Dub-O] 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!