[Intro]
This should be played at high volume
Hahaha, got 'em!

[Verse 1]
I'm boss, you're a bred hustla
Must not state my name, (Come on) Killer Kells mother-wooh, ayy!
Y'all better get your paper, (Come on) [?] pocket change gets stomped on
My dollar bills get raised up, never see no hater (Nope)
My [?]
Currency stack is so high that we need every acre
I hustle for corporate dollars, rest in peace, Benjamin Franklin
Come on, in silence, give me the check book put the chains up
Yeah, we made ya
This is my muscle, my product, my hustle, my fame (Yeah)
My block (Come on), my game (Yeah), my world (Yeah), my life
I came down, both doors pop and the bass pound
I got more bump in my trunk than all the (Ahh) in A-Town
I am who? Kells
Was broke as a pole, man, now I'm rich as a cartel (Woo)
Hell, lot more of them trying to spend bills
[?] liquor for tropical rain, hit on my windshield
From J's with no boots (Nope), pants with no loops (Yeah)
Now I'm the king of the concrete jungle, no zoo (Yeah)
Grind hard, hustle the hustle, and stay hungry
It's Machine Gun Kelly, the kid get money
[Chorus]
We do this for the block (Block, block, block, hustlas motivation)
We do this for the streets (Streets, streets, streets, hustlas motivation)
Ayy, I do this for the world (World, world, world, hustlas motivation)
Rap for my vision, get rich, get money, Cleveland, raise up!

[Verse 2]
[?] hotness, VBS stones and cold watches
Open safe deposits and overflow them boxes (Uh)
Flash flood, vaults, CEO day office (Yeah)
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 (Damn)
I terminate her, Kells Schwarzenegger (Uh)
Pow, pow, let them shots fly
Corporate America want a piece of the pie
But it [?] I'm gonna keep in mind (Nope)
Now I shine
None of y'all ever seen what night [?] (Nope)
It's my house, I pay the bills so I will turn the lights out
Where my goons at? (Eh) Gotta keep my squad tight
From the block, [?] paper load and we hit the block up all night (Come on)
And the dogs like, we hustling kings
Make money, take money, it's a hustling gig
[Chorus]
We do this for the block (Block, block, block, hustlas motivation)
We do this for the streets (Streets, streets, streets, hustlas motivation)
Ayy, I do this for the world (World, world, world, hustlas motivation)
Rap for my vision, get rich, get money, Cleveland, raise up!
We do this for the block (Block, block, block, hustlas motivation)
We do this for the streets (Streets, streets, streets, hustlas motivation)
Ayy, I do this for the world (World, world, world, hustlas motivation)
Rap for my vision, get rich, get money, Cleveland, raise up!

[Verse 3]
Hundred sixty-five pounds
With the heart of a heavyweight, I'm holding this game down
Get your hands up in the air now
It's a shakedown, consider your wallet on a break now
From the suburbs across town, we ball out
My closet's a department store, what the fuck is a mall [?]
Jaguar [?], big fist, normal
Less talk, more drank, spill 'til we fall out
I grinded before birth, before fetus
Now streets [?] on both sides of my Adidas
People *gasp* when they see us, those who hate wanna be us
I'm rich as a biatch
I'm 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 I'm like a patient
More [?], more mic, and a hustla's motivation
[Chorus]
We do this for the block (Block, block, block, hustlas motivation)
We do this for the streets (Streets, streets, streets, hustlas motivation)
Ayy, I do this for the world (World, world, world, hustlas motivation)
Rap for my vision, get rich, get money, Cleveland, raise up!
We do this for the block (Block, block, block, hustlas motivation)
We do this for the streets (Streets, streets, streets, hustlas motivation)
Ayy, I do this for the world (World, world, world, hustlas motivation)
Rap for my vision, get rich, get money, Cleveland, raise up!

[Outro]
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