Cleveland on my back
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L's up when you see me
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Came from the underground
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Now they on the tv, swear to God
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Fuck this, ain't shit changed, fools
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Kellz
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You can miss me with that rap shit
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You can miss me with that stereotypical
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And lyrical barbershop chat shit
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Miss me with that frat shit
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Only university I graduated was hard knocks
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I'm from Cleveland where they trap shit
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Five bucks to the catfish
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Five bucks to the bad bitch
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Five bucks and the drought in this city could get you a piece of that catfish
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Saran wrap for the wrapping
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Mina, we bundling ' Vegas, I swear it's contagious
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There's no way that we passed it
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Patches on my denim vest about as old as my did is
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Blood stains on my chucks 'cause, well, you know what that is
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Jetlag from these long flights
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Still sitting cokes like it's practice
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Feeling like students when the school's back
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I'm tryina see what first class is
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Cash is the root of all evil but maybe that's why I do that shit
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Fact is I did what I need 'cause the country we living is fascist
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No Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist
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Could've seen what I've seen without IMaxes and 3D glasses
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Y'all in family houses like Bob Saggots
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Both parents, I was on family couches like you don't want it
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I'll wear it, inherit and hand-me-downs as a grown man
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Embarrassed but these dreams seem far fetched when reality is just sharing a shirt
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Shower is jitter while your newborn's in the carriage
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Packing the groceries and bags
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But we have only a seven dollar average
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This ain't living, this is strike
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Mixed with Hennessy and some Sprite
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Maybe one day they'll remember me like they remember Mike
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When I'm gone
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Maybe they'll remember me when I'm gone
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When my time's up in this earth
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And they bury me in that dirt
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Don't say that I ain't milked this life
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For everything that it's worth
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Everything that it's worth
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And when I die, remember me like Kurt, bang
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They say dub quick with that humble shit
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You can only be cool for so long
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Don't misjudge, I'm not the one you wanna rumble with
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Write it down, take a pic
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Do whatever you gotta do to remember me
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I'm in your memory for infinity
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And the same go for your bitch
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Remember me from Kennedy or East High on the eastside
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Where them niggas die over anything, yeah
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I'm Dub-O nigga, you ain't know
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I got go, I rock shows, I be calling place like Flacko
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But I'm so Cleveland it's a damn shame
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And EST is my damn game
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I been repping that since way back and that double X is my campaign
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Pop bottles, that champagne it's Clicquot for the champions
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Now, where the hell is my damn ring, bitch?
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Celebration for nothing
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Let you believe what you see
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I'm in the back but no fronting
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Seven days out the week I be working, I'm full of hunger
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That jealousy is the smell of defeat, remember who told y'all
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I'm gone
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Remember me when I'm gone
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When the time's up in my watch
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And they bury me in that box
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Don't say that I ain't give this gang everything that I got
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Everything that I got
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And when I die, remember me like Pac
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Miss Me
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| Machine Gun Kelly |
