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Hold up, hold up, hold up
I don't think ya'll know what's going on right now
We got MGK in the booth
His bout to go in
NSC
Light this bitch up lets go
Whoever
Would've thought
That the little mother fucker from the land
Would've' came up and made them stacks
Never was warm in the city
So I had to get on the record and come blaze these tracks
And I'm all around haters everyday
But I guess that's just what fame attracts
But fuck that where the bucks at
Man I need my green in a box
Like apple jacks
Matter fact
See me in a ride so foreign you can't understand
Six feet hitting six g's
Here with the 3 so come catch me if you can
Speaking Ebonics
Give a fuck what Mr. Webster said
Let a smart girl read my dick-tionary
I call that Mrs. Webster head
Man I got to get it
When I'm going to get it
How I got to get it
And whenever I do I get that
Every moment I want it
'Cause every day I be grinding
So when you want to make a move
I get that
Chip off the block
My story in the booth taking off the lock
And put the shit back on when I'm on the top
So I got the game cuffed up like the cops
But I don't fuck with them
But the eastside yeah I got love for them
Anybody want to hate on me
Then get on my level
But you will never ever so I got scrubs for them
Yeah and I'm from the city where all the good die young
And the old don't make it
So we just hang in
In the middle ground
Ready for whatever boy don't mistake it
Bitch I'm from Cleveland
Bet they know what we claim
'Cause we riling mother fuckers EST is the game
Bitch
MGK you killing 'em right now
You killing 'em
EST is the movement
Get with it or get lost
MGK you ready to go in?
Let's load up another one of them clips boy
Let's go let's go let's go
Whoever would've guessed that the little white boy
From the Midwest would've done fucking numbers?
Everybody used to talk down
Now the whole world want to be-fucking-come us
We the new team EST
Full line of in-out of the VIP
Everybody know I'm number 23
When I'm in the court balling MVP biatch
Let me take a little sip of the vitamin water
And a little bit of the kushie and I'm good
Chilling up in the clouds
Want to fuck my day up man I wish you would
Bitch I'm the man
No longer the kid
Must be the reason why all these grown folks on my dick
Get off my ball sack
Y'all making my drawers sag
Call sax
Walk up in that bitch like give me all that
I never had nothing
So what else do you think a little kid with a dream gon' do
Ball without a budget like fuck it the middle finger crew
Real people love me
The jealous try and degrade my name
Y'all must have lost your fucking melons
Boy I am the game
Are you serious?
Shit
Run this shit do not you think the NSC?
MGK twist it up for ''em
Read
They should've never let me into the building with a stereo
A pen and pad I do damage
Can't nobody ever do it like I do it
Since I been young I been going hard I'm the baddest
Everybody from... my past
Call me my city savior
But the people in the class want to put me in the hall
'Cause of my bad behavior
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