Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God


I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
They need my merchandise on Melrose
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
Models be on the same thang, thang
Still all the way dangerous
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Looks like the crown do fit
Except we might be on a private plane
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
Bought a pound from a rasta
King of marijuana gardens
Double X, we the hardest
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
Custom made for the new house
Made man like Joe Pesci
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Need double mercy Marty
I’m with bitches burning rubber
I took so much acid, I be forgetting
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Baby you’re asking why I’m such a legend
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
We still roll together every day
I am king of this new shit, seven rings and a pool stick
I’m on the roof of the party
Yah I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
20/20 vision, see the future
Should’ve never got it started
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted
Award shows need an Oscar
Corny bitches make me sick
Do you know how I’m regarded?
Ramen noodles with the bacon
Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation
That means business
I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
I’m on the roof of the party
Called an Uber helicopter
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
Gunna
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna
Why would you ever come from nothing
Can’t believe I never had shit
David Bowie of my generation
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Four thousand dollar bong rip
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
Bitch, I thought you had the clout
Came from public education
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god