[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 bitch up, let's go

Brrrrrrrrrrrr

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]

Whoever!

Would've thought that a little muthafucker 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 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

Six speed hitting sixty, zero to three, 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 I'ma 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

[Interlude: Slim Gudz & Machine Gun Kelly]

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? (Chyeah)

Lets load up another one of them clips boy

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]

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 twenty three 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 that'

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

[Interlude: Slim Gudz]

Are you serious?!

Shit, you think MGK don't run this shit?

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 saviour

But the people in the class wanna put me in the hall 'cause of my bad behaviour

[Outro: Slim Gudz]

I knew y'all wasn't fuckin' with that one yet

MGK just killed the room

Let's go! We go!