Golden God [explicit] Lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Ay, red lights on in the boulevard 

That means business 

Throw up in this bitch, I might 

Corny bitches make me sick 

I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch 

Gunna 

Made man like Joe Pesci 

I need Deniro or I'll Rob her 

I had to skate Wayne Gretzky 

Called an Uber helicopter 

Bought a pound from a rasta 

Bought the yayo from Miguel, though 

Award shows need an Oscar 

They need my merchandise on Melrose 

David Bowie of my generation 

Kill them all we violent with no hesitation 

Came from public education 

Ramen noodles with the bacon 

I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby 

Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations 

Dub was working at the steel shop 

Slim was working off of 1st block 

We still roll together every day 

Except we might be on a private plane 

Why would you ever come from nothing 

And not do whatever the fuck you wanted? 

They be asking why I'm such a legend 

I took so much acid, I be forgetting 

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I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god 

I'm on the roof of the party 

Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous 

Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas 

The type to put the red beam on you, I ain't talk about a laser 

We the golden squad, we the golden squad 

Double X, we the hardest 

Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty 

Should've never got us started 

Motherfucker, I'm retarded 

Do you know how I'm regarded? 

King of underground, King of Cleveland town 

King of marijuana gardens 

I can't stop myself from coughing 

Four thousand dollar bong rip 

Custom made for the new house 

Can't believe I never had shit 

2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit 

20/20 vision, see the future 

Looks like the crown do fit 

I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick 

8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don't say no 

This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though 

Bitch, I'm G-U-double N-A, Gunna 

Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover 

Man, I'm wildin' every summer 

I ain't like my daddy, he religious 

I'm with bitches burning rubber 

I'm a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang 

Models be on the same thang, thang 

EST, that's the gang, gang, gang 

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I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god 

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god 

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god 

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god 

I'm on the roof of the party 

Bitch, I thought it was a drought 

Bitch, I thought you had the clout 

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god 

I'm on the roof of the party 

Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous 

Still all the way dangerous