[Verse 1:]
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Whoever woulda thought that a another mothafucka from the land woulda came up and made them stacks,
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It never was warm in my city so I had to get on the record and come blaze these tracks,
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And I'm all around haters everyday but I guess that's what fame attracts,
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Fuck dat, where the bucks at man I need the green in my box like apple jacks,
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Matta fact see me in a ride so foreign you can't understand,
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6 speed hittin' 60, 0 to 3 so come catch me if you can
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Speak in ebonics, give a fuck what Mr. webster says,
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Let a smart girl read my dictionary I call that Ms. Webster head
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Man I gotta get it, when I'm gonna get it, how I gotta get it man whatever I'm a do I'll get that,
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Every moment I want it 'cause everyday I be grindin' so when you wanna make a move I'm with that,
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I am a, chip off the block,
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Monster in the booth, takin' off the lock,
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And put the shit back on when I'm on the top,
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So I got the game cuffed up like the cops,
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And I don't fuck with them,
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But the East side yeah I got love for them,
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Anybody wanna hate on me then get on my level but you will never ever so I got scrubs for them,
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Yeah I'm from the city where all of the good die young and the old don't make it,
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So we just hangin' in the middle ground ready for whatever boy don't mistake it,
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Bitch I'm from Cleveland bet they know what we claim,
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'Cause we wildin' muthafuckas E.S.T. is the gang, bitch!
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[Verse 2:]
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Whoever, woulda guessed that a little white boy out the Midwest woulda did fuckin' numbers!
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Everybody used to talk down now the whole world wanna be-fucking-come us!
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We the new team, E.S.T,
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Line full of hoes out to the VIP,
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Everybody know I'm Number 23
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When I'm on the court ballin' MVP, bee-yatch!,
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Lemme take a little sip of the Vitamin Water and little hit of the kushi and I'm good,
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Chillin up' in the clouds, you wanna fuck my day up, man I wish you would,
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Bitch I'm the man, no longer the kid,
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Must be the reason why all these grown folks on my dick,
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Get off my ballsack, y'all makin' my draws sag,
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Call Saks walk up in that bitch like gimme all that,
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We never had nothin' so what else you think a little kid with a dream gon' do?
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Ball without a budget like fuck it the middle finger crew,
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Real people love me, the jealous try degrade my name,
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Y'all must've lost ya fuckin melons, boy I am the game.
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[Verse 3:]
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They shoulda never let me into the buildin' with a stereo, a pen and a pad I do damage,
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Can't nobody ever do it like I do since a youngin' I've been goin hard I'm the baddest,
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Everybody from around the way that I knew in the past calls me the city's savior,
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But the people in the class wanna put me in the hall 'cause of my bad behavior.
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Chip Off The Block
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| Machine Gun Kelly |
