Machine Gun Kelly - Chip off the block (instrumental) re-prod. by Casper | Текст песни

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• Chip off the block (instrumental) re-prod. by Casper

Hold up, hold up, hold Annotateup
I dont think ya'll know whats goin on right now
We got MGK in the booth
He bout to go in
MGK ...
Light this bitch up lets go

(Verse 1)
Whoever
Woulda thought
That the little mother fucker from the land
Woulda' 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 thats just what fame attracts
But fuck that where the bucks at
Man I need that green in my box
Like apple jacks
Matter fact
See me in a ride so foreign you can't understand
6 speed hittin 60 0 to 3
So come catch me if you can
Speakin ebonics
Give a fuck what Mr. Webster said
Let a smart girl read my dick-tionary
I call that Miss Webster head
Man I gotta get it
When Im gonna get it
How I gotta get it
And whenever I do I get that
Every moment I want it
Cuz every day I be grindin
So when you wanna make a move
I'm with that
Chip off the block
My story in the booth takin 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 dont fuck with them
But the eastside yeah I got love for them
Anybody wanna hate on me
Then get on my level
But you will never ever so I got scrubs for them
Yeah and im from the city where all the good die young
And the old dont make it
So we just hang in
In the middle ground
Ready for whatever boy dont mistake it
Bitch I'm from Cleveland
Bet they know what we claim
Cuz we rylin mother fuckers EST is the game
Bitch

(Interlude: DJ)
MGK you killin em right now
You Killin em
EST is the movement
Get with it or get lost
MGK you ready to go in?
Lets load up another one of them clips boy
Lets go lets go lets go

(Verse 2)
Whoever would've guessed that a little white boy
From the Midwest would've done fucking numbers
Everybody used to talk down
Now the whole world wanna be-fucking-come us
We the new team EST
Line full of hoes out for the VIP
Everybody know I'm number 23
When I'm in the court ballin MVP biatch
Let me take a little sip of the vitamin water
And a little bit of the kushie and Im good
Chillin up in the clouds
Wanna 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 ballsack
Y'all makin my drawers sag
Call sax
Walk up in that bitch like gimme all dat
I never had nothin
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 fuckin melons
Boy I am the game

(Interlude: DJ)
Are you serious
Shit
You think MGK dont run this shit?
MGK twist it up for 'em
LEGGO

(Verse 3)
They shoulda' never let me get in the building with a stereo, a pen an' a pad an' do damage
Can't nobody ever do it like I do it since i youngling I been going hard; I'm the baddest
Everybody from around the way that I knew in the past call me my city's savior
But the people in the class wanna put me in the hall cause of my bad behavior

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