FLOOR 13 lyrics

Fuck

I just spent too many minutes

Watching little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me

I just spent the winter living

After someone tryna send a kill shot, missing me

Young blonde don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily

Why you think they call me "The Gunner"?

I'm popping off on anybody if they trigger me

Black and yellow jacket on like I'm Kill Bill

Grew up scrapping and I still will

We can take it back to 2012

I was trapping on the tour bus with Meek Mill

Take it back to Cleveland,

When they gave chase, 17 years, no plea deal

2014, when the people try to rob me in the lobby

I bet they can feel the feet still

Point out my enemies soon as they mention me

Call an assembly, pick up a pen and put you out your misery

Written in history, it was gonna happen eventually

I just can't wait until the day I run into you physically

For everything that I went through mentally

When it felt like everybody in the world was against me

When all the critics and every article trying to offend me

My daughter slapped a kid for talking 'bout me in elementary

We ain't playing, it's deeper than the thing

People getting checked for disrespecting the Philly name

Two chopsticks, no lo mein

Hollow tips, got no name

Bust them shit's with no aim

Like it's Bird Box but the blindfold is a black flag

This time it come from a face

The dashcam just saw me kill on everybody

I got off on floor 13, no in between

I roll my weed with fronto leaf

I chop my coke on hotel keys

I chop this face like Constantine

Constantly get deja vu

I see me when I look at you

I never die, I multiply

So don't cry at my funeral

I just spent too many minutes

Watching little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me

I just spent the winter living

After someone tryna send a kill shot, missing me

Young blonde don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily

Why you think they call me "The Gunner"?

I'm popping off on anybody if they trigger me

What would this generation of hip-hop be

Without me here to piss y'all off

I see the blogs, I read the comments

I'm confused, I need to pause

Look at y'all waiting on me to fall off

While I'm looking at y'all from a suite in the Waldorf

I sold 40 million records, I ain't even 30

Give me twenty seconds, I'll list ten movies that I been in

One legend that tried to fuck with me and got the venom

One publication that said that I will never be in it

One agent that told me without it, my career was be finished

And I couldn't give a single fuck inside my cerebellum

Y'all award shows suck, go tell 'em

We ain't sucking no dick in the 21-6

Bro, I always should've landed like Beckham

On the thirteenth floor with a weapon

I heard that they call me, yeah, let 'em in

I got something for 'em, yeah

Please forgive my sins

Blood on my Ralph Lauren, yeah

I can't wash this shit

Wake up, say, "Good morning, " yeah

Like I forgot

I got off on floor 13, no in between

I roll my weed with fronto leaf

I chop my coke on hotel keys

I chop this face like Constantine

Constantly get deja vu

I see me when I look at you

I never die, I multiply

So don't cry at my funeral

Hotel Diablo

• Artist:Machine Gun Kelly
• Album:Hotel Diablo