[Intro]
9:56 AM
Roll the windows down
Let the smoke out, ayy
Wake and bake, bitch

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I'm just what you made, God
I been high as fuck
Since me and my homeboy A-Rod
Was in Tower City, tryna catch that bus
We out here (Ayy), what you need?
Back in Shaker, baggin' tree
Baby, mama call from the college (Brr)
Said them kids wanna pay the fee
I'm up early in the morning (Hm, ayy)
Smoke in public, my trap is jumpin'
I made two hundred, that count for somethin'
I pull up get them Lil Debbie muffins (Ha)
I'm out here, on my daughter
Whiskey, weed, and water (Ayy)
Just beat that misdemeanor last week
Need new money for the lawyer
I need new carpet at the crib
God damn, this roach is where I live
So dope, put some groceries in the fridge (Where?)
Young man, just hope that God forgives (Amen)
Fast forward, old hoes knockin' on my door
Askin' where do I be at now (What?)
Smokin' loud on my tour bus (Ayy)
Famous bitch in my back lounge (Ayy)
I done blew up past rap now
And it feel good, bitch, I'm from the hood
So I lived a life I that I should you, ho
Get the shit understood you, ho
Came in this shit as a kid, you know
I ain't Cudi, but that's the buddy (Yeah)
We in Coach party, talkin' Cobain
Smokin' hella Js, out in London (No)
No beef at sixteen, I've known Chip since sixteen
Call Ben Baller, told him we need custom
Diamond Cleveland championship rings (Woo)
We need all of them big things (Woo)
Just 'cause we deserve it (Right)
Just 'cause the ones who fucked me over (No)
All need to see if it was worth it (Hahaha)
Damn, old homies switched up on me
Why am I not surprised?
Lookin' at me like I need to share the piece
When they weren't even there to make the pie
Man, that's why
[Bridge: Machine Gun Kelly, Kid Cudi]
(I'm just what you made, God) Yeah
(Just what you made, God) Yeah
(I'm just what you made, God)
Fake friends, fuck them (I'm just what you made, God), ayy
Right, though (Yeah)
(I'm just what you made, God) Ayy, fuck a fake friend
Get high and talk to God, muthafucka
I'm stayin' high until the end, ayy (Woah, woah, woah)

[Chorus]
Let me tell you about my month, y'all (Ayy)
Codeine in my blunts y'all (Ayy)
Like why the fuck did I smoke the shit? (Why?)
Fell asleep and never woke up from it, but whatever (Ayy)
That man ain't wearin' my denim pants
And these long, long nights on all this cocaine
Ain't workin', man

[Verse 2]
So, what am I to do when the game is so fake and I am true
And my city just got the W (Yes)
And the number one spot is vacant too
And I think my foot might fit the shoe (Damn)
And I think my glass is lookin' full (Yeah)
And I know my daughter so proud (Yeah)
Tellin' kids my daddy got a pool (Yeah, yeah)
And I can't stop smilin' at the crib
I can't stop frownin' out in public
I got this paparazzi on me
I see these rappers actin' funny
I see them stealin' what I did (What?)
I see them pimpin' out the culture (Right)
I heard the game missed The Kid (Yeah)
Dear Hip-Hop, this what I wrote y'all
Just what I am
[Outro: Machine Gun Kelly, Kid Cudi]
Young Kells in this muthafucka blam (Ayy)
Young Gun in this muthafucka blam, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
(I'm just what you made, God)
(I'm just what you made, God)
For my city though, for the game
(I'm just what you made, God)
(I'm just what you made, God)
EST, uh, that is me, uh (I'm just what you made, God)
Hold up, that is we, ayy
Double X, ayy (Woah, woah, woah), we the best, ayy
The Boulevard going crazy, though
Red lights muthafucka, white smoke, haha