Yea Cleveland on my back uh
Ls up when they see me
Came from the underground now they on t.v
Swear to god ha
Ooh Machine Gun Kells, dub-o
Look look you can miss me with that rap shit
You can miss me with that stereotypical he isnt lyrical
Barbershop chat shit
Miss me with that frat shit
Only university i graduated
Was hard Knox
Im from Cleveland
Where they trap shit
Five bucks for the catfish
Five bucks for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in this city could get ya piece of that cactus
With saran wrap for the wrapping
Whatchu mean?
Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Garcia Vegas
I swear its contagious the way that we passed it
Patches on my denim vest
About as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my chucks
Cause well you know what that is
Jet lag from these long flights
Still sitting coach like its practice
Feeling like students when the schools back I’m trying to see what first class is
Cash is the root of all evil
But maybe that why i do bad shit
Fact is i do what we need cause the country
And no Catholic or Baptist
Warlord or pacifist,couldve seen what I seen without
IMAXs and 3D glasses
Yall in family houses like Bob Saget
Both parents i was on family couches
Like you dont want it ill wear it
Inheriting hammy downs as a grown man embarrassed but
These dreams seemed far fetched
When reality is you’re sharing a shirt
And a shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven dollar average
This aint living this is strife
This is Hennessy and this is just sprite
But Maybe one day theyll remember me like they remember Mike
When Im gone
Mother fucker, god dammit thats what Im talking about
Maybe theyll remember me when Im gone
what else?
I aint done
Look when my times up on this earth
And they bury me in that dirt
Dont say that i aint milk this life
For everything that its worth
{yuhck}
For everything that its worth
And when i die remember me like Kurt
..BANG!
Look they said Dub quit with that humble shit
You can only be cool for so long
But dont misjudge Im not
The one you wanna rumble with
Write it down take a pic
Do what ever you have to do to remember me
Im in your memory for infinity
And the same goes for your bitch
Remember me from Kennedy
Or east high on the east side
Were them niggas die over anything
Yeah, dub-o
Oh you aint know
I got go i rock shows
And ill be calling plays like flaco
But Im so Cleveland
Its a damn shame
And est is my damn game
Ive been reppin that
Since way back
And that double x is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne
Its Cliquot for the champions
Now where the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, celebration for nothing let you believe what you see
I’m in the back but no frontin
Seven days out the week i be working
Im full of hunger
That jealousy is the smell of defeat
And remember who told ya
Im gone motherfucker
Just remember me when Im gone
Dub-o eh
When that times up on my watch
And they bury me in that box
Dont say i aint give my gang
Everything that i got real shit yea
Everything that i got
And when i die remember me
Like PAC BABAYY
Est mother fucker
 lACE UP MOTHER FUCKER
BLACK FLAG MoTHER FUCKER