Machine Gun Kelly - Midwest Takeover lyrics

Uh, uh what up? Kells
Cleveland, Ha ah (Come on) what up? Hey
How we roll?

Out the middle of the map we
Be givin it from the top
And we're done with the bottom of the
Class - What we call home
Everybody wanna know if the kid got a story
Old folks gimme just a little
When I give more
Started out with a smidgen of a midget
Now tell me where my competition?
Givin' 'em all, givin' 'em
All, givin' 'em all, the SHOTS
Subliminals and criminals we
Don't get CAUGHT!

Tell me who gon' ride until the midwest rise
Who's heart's gonna stop when
The midwest dies
Who's gonna take the spark from
Out these midwest eyes
And believe I ain't gon' stop
Until the midwest mine

Yeah, yeah
Everybody wanna hear the fast flow
Comin' out the C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D you better
Be rippin' the track though
You better be bounce like, you better be
If your word twisted like strings of a lasso
(Go get it boy) take it to the top of the
Terminal til' my last chance
They can't determine now why
There ain't no stopping
Now we breaking out through all
The cracks of the cowers
Cause Benny showers in the pockets
Of my Eddie Bauers' i I am that
Kid that be sitting on the front porch
Clutched to the blunt roach
Taking it to the head with one toke
If only my problems could be
Solved with one smoke
And is the economy so messed up?
I already know I'm not gonna get the job
So what's the point in gettin' dressed up?
And I done seen my share
Fresh outta high school
Lost two of mine out there
That's why think twice
People that said "them Hollywood
Acts come around here"
This the Concrete Jungle, constant trouble
Always high but never humble
Livin' out this cartoon but we surrounded
By rocks like Barney Rubble
Gangs and violence, pimps and hoes
Crack, wet, brick, zones
Jackers, rappers, trappers, bums
Block, 'jects, 'burbs, slums
Chopper, Glock, Mac, Uzi
This real, that's movie
Fights, cops, snitch, fans this is midwest
Been around the world, seen a lot of things
Seem like I'm attached to the
Ghetto like a wedding ring
Never didn't like her, never did wife her
(No) 'Til she got me 0-1 in
The circle like a cypher
Oh my god, please applaud
I ain't going home BITCH I go hard
Only white boy with a style so raw
Real recognize me, not you, you suck (Yuh)

Tell me who gon' ride until the midwest rise
Who's heart's gonna stop when
The midwest dies
Who's gonna take the spark from
Out these midwest eyes
And believe I ain't gon' stop
Until the midwest mine