Machine Gun Kelly - Chip Off The Block lyrics

Hold up, hold up, hold up
I don't think y'all know what's
Going on right now they got MGK in the booth
He about to go in
MGK light this bitch up, lets go brrrrrrrrrr

Whoever! Would've thought that a little
Muthafucker from The Land
Wouldda 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 that green in
My box like Apple Jacks matter fact
See me in a ride so

Foreign you can't understand
6 speed hitting 60, 0 to 3
So come catch me if you can
Speak in ebonics
Give a fuck what Mr webster said
Let a smart girl read my dick-tionary
I call that "Ms webster head"
Man I gotta get it, when I'm gonna get it
How I gotta get it, and whenever Imma do
I get that every moment I want it
Cause every day I be grinding
So when you wanna make a move, I'm with that
Yeah chip off the block

Monster 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
And I don't 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 I'm from the city where all of 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 ryling muthafuckers, EST in 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? (Ch'yeah)
Lets load up another one of them clips boy
Lets go! lets go! lets go!

Whoever!
Woulda guessed that another white boy out
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 outside the VIP
Everybody know I'm number 23 when I'm
On the court ballin MVP, biatch
Let me take a little sip
Of the vitamin water and

A little bit of the kushie and I'm 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
Shit, get off my ballsack
Y'all making my drawers sag call Saks

Walk up in that bitch like 'gimme all dat'
I never had nothing
So what else 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

Are you serious?!
Shit, you think MGK don't run this shit?
MGK twist it up for 'em! Leggo!

They shoulda never let me get in
The building with a stereo
A pen an' a pad and do damage
Can't nobody ever do it like I do it, since
A young'un 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