Slim Gudz - Chip Off The Block lyrics

[Intro: Slim Gudz] 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 b**h up, lets go (*Imitates machine gun fire*) [Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly] Whoever! Would've thought that a little muthaf**er 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 f** 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 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 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 My story in the booth taking 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 And 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 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 b**h I'm from Cleveland, bet they know what we claim Cause we ryling muthaf**ers, EST in the game b**h [Interlude: Slim Gudz & (Machine Gun Kelly)] MGK you k**ing 'em right now, you k**ing '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! [Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly] Whoever! Woulda guessed that another white boy out the Midwest would've done f**ing numbers? Everybody used to talk down Now the whole world wanna be-f**ing-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, 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 sh**, get off my ba**sack Y'all making my drawers sag Call Sacks, walk up in that b**h 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 "f** it" the middle-finger-crew Real people love me, the jealous try and degrade my name Y'all must have lost your f**in melons, boy I am the game [Interlude: Slim Gudz] Are you serious?! sh**, you think MGK don't run this sh**? MGK twist it up for 'em! Leggo! [Verse 3: Machine Gun Kelly] 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 cla** wanna put me in the hall cause of my bad behavior