Machine Gun Kelly - Chip Off The Block lyrics

Hold up, hold up, hold up I don't think ya'll know what's goin on right now We got mgk in the booth He bout to go in Mgk Light this b**h up lets go Whoever Woulda thought That the little mother f**er 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 that's just what fame attracts But f** that where the bucks at Man i need my green in a box Like apple jacks Matter fact See me in a ride so foreign you can't understand Six feet hittin six g's Here with the 3 so come catch me if you can Speakin ebonics Give a f** 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 i do i get that Every moment i want it Cuz every day i be grindin So when you wanna make a move I get that Chip off the block My story in the booth takin off the lock And put the sh** back on when i'm on the top So i got the game cuffed up like the cops But i don't f** 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 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 b**h i'm from cleveland Bet they know what we claim Cuz we rylin mother f**ers est is the game b**h Mgk you k**in em right now You k**in 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 Whoever woulda guessed that the little white boy From the midwest woulda done f**in numbers Everybody used to talk down Now the whole world wanna be-f**ing-come us We the new team est Line full of hos out for the vip Everybody know i'm number 23 When i'm in the court ballin mvp b*atch 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 f** my day up man i wish you would b**h i'm the man No longer the kid Must be the reason why all these grown folks on my dick Get off my ba**sack Yall makin my drawers sag Call sax Walk up in that b**h 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 f** it the middle finger crew Real people love me The jealous try and degrade my name Yall must have lost your f**in melons Boy i am the game Are you serious sh** You think mgk don't run this sh**? Mgk twist it up for 'em Leggo They shoulda never let me into the building with a stereo A pen and pad i do damage Can't nobody ever do it like i do it Since i been young i been goin hard i'm the baddest Everybody from my past Call me my city savior But the people in the cla** wanna put me in the hall Cuz of my bad behavior