Here is Skinny Kid Lyrics by Young Scolla Ft. Machine Gun Kelly
[Verse 1]
Born in the trenches, raised in the gutter
Moved to the burbs, thank God for a come up
But shit aint what it seems so that only make you wonder
take a brother out the hood, but not the hood out the brother
shit I was 15 working so my brother ate
tryna react like bengay to my mothers aches
Pops in another state, mind in a troubled place
moms lost her fuckin job and crime seems to fuckin pay
so I'm working double time, tryna fill a couple plates
while juggling the music, school work and all my troubled days
I could've runaway but this what I was built for
plus we all made it through the days when we was piss poor
living a dream that I would ball like chris paul
at the end of the day just makin sure that I'm at wake forrest
I mean awake for it
Know what I'm saying
This the tales of a skinny kid told by its patron (I made it)
[chorus:]
Raised in the city where the skinny kid dies
So as a skinny kid I had beef with our size
It was all good but I made it
shit life was ugly but I faced it and here I stand
Raised in the city where the skinny kid dies
So as a skinny kid I had beef with our size
It was all good but I made it
shit life was ugly but I faced it and here I stand
MGK Ver
here i stand, never backing down,
put me in the ring with Pacquiao, I be this feather weight will have that bastard tappin out
fuck the cameras, my city bring automatics out,
buckin out the back of the camry at federalis now
meanwhile, i’m just trying to eat,
cause one hundred and fifty pounds looks sweet
family crying tired of them bricks flying through the window every week
but I can't can’t do shit,
cause i ain’t built for the streets,
now all i got is this beats!
So I'ma spaz out, til my shits banging like it pulled a rag out
pms'ing on this bitch, now pull the pad out
all i got is this track now,
Barely passed all my classes, too busy worrying bout who out looking to whoop my ass now
looking back at the nights that i spent kicked out of my dad’s house,
waiting for when i could say, fuck a cab and pull the jag out!
look what they’re saying, fuck ‘em, they’re all mad,
tell ‘em pucker up and kiss my skinny ass, on that (muah) Kells
[chorus:]
Raised in the city where the skinny kid dies
So as a skinny kid I had beef with our size
It was all good but I made it
shit life was ugly but I faced it and here I stand
Raised in the city where the skinny kid dies
So as a skinny kid I had beef with our size
It was all good but I made it
shit life was ugly but I faced it and here I stand
[Verse 3]
Cross Check our paths and we have the same stories
enduring the same pains while tryna attain glory
we are all mighty warriors
battling the odds just trying to be victorious
notice that
as the story goes, only shorty knows
how he used to use powder milk with his oreos
simple and plain nigga shit is strange
thats why I had paint this portrait a different way
I had to change it up, my cue to do what the jeffersons did
move up in residence dig, look what my presidents did
and not what our political heads done
the presidents I'm talkin are dead ones
and so my pursuit is after the loot and raising quality of life
I left the wrong in the past so I could finally do it right
so like right now, I can be the man that I am
that grew from a skinny kid who just took the right chance yeah I made it
[chorus:]
Raised in the city where the skinny kid dies
So as a skinny kid I had beef with our size
It was all good but I made it
shit life was ugly but I faced it and here I stand
Raised in the city where the skinny kid dies
So as a skinny kid I had beef with our size
It was all good but I made it
shit life was ugly but I faced it and here I stand
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