Lyrics:

Hold up, hold up, hold up
I don't think y'all know what's goin' on right now
We got mgk in the booth
He bout to go in
Mgk
Light this bitch up lets go

Whoever
Woulda thought
That the little mother fucker 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 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 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 do I get that
Every moment I want it
'Cause 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 shit back on when I'm on the top
So I got the game cuffed up like the cops
But 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 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 rylin mother fuckers est is the game
Bitch

Mgk you killin' 'em right now
You killin' 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 fuckin' numbers
Everybody used to talk down
Now the whole world wanna be-fucking-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 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
Get off my ballsack
Y'all makin' my drawers sag
Call sax
Walk up in that bitch 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 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 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 class wanna put me in the hall
'Cause of my bad behavior