[Verse 3: Machine Gun Kelly]
From the back streets to the packed seats
On the [bad word] from the cops, like athletes
Urgh, whoever would've imagined lace up could've got me to the finish like track meets?
And when everybody’s hot, I’m past heat
And if I don’t need the fuel, don’t gas me (Yeah)
It’s been a long [bad word] since 100 Words [bad word]  [bad [bad word] catch me
And while these other rappers pen and pad it
I was 13, with a semi-automatic
Anything we ever wanted then you know we gotta have it
Don’t nobody ever snitch, get pinched, you forget like magic
Kids carry tools like go-go gadget (Blaah)
Leaving high school to an open casket
Now another baby in the stomach of his baby’s mother never gonna know his daddy, tragic
Why’s the government gotta lie to get money? (Huh?)
Why’s the federal reserve gotta take from me? (Why?)
Why should I be fighting for another country?
Have you seen my city [bad word]  We hungry! (Urghh)
Representing for the middle of the map even though me and mine [bad word] from the bottom (Waddup)
Why do all greats fall when it isn't autumn?
Where would Pac be at if nobody would've shot him?
You really think that Notorious B.I.would believe these guys? (Nope)
All these internet thugs that the the media finds?
You wanna talk about grind?
Look at me in the encyclopedia, my name is in it
I bet you see mine, [bad word] that's Kells
Skinny boy, six foot three
Heart bigger than an SUV
Lord knows I been through [bad word] and back
Ducking jail and crack
And still I came out on t-o-p
So this is for the kid who never had a father figure to depend on
Spending every school day being sent home
Feeling like he doesn't know anybody
Because the only thing he ever had to him was some headphones
So he pick a song, and he turn 'em on
Every morning just to get him through the day
Looking for an escape and the kick in the bass
That’s the story of MGK
Lace Up!