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It's a Midwest thang, y'all and ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them thangs on that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a Nigga be for real
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, and Deville's
Got a green S Class, ain't the door seal
Shit ain't the same since I signed fo' reel

This shit got ill, when I hit 4
and countin', dirty six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8
I'll be on my third Bentley by the I'm at 9

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn
I done sold out and re-comped the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for
Dunkin' without Sprite, you heard me dirty

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
Representin' St. Louis every time I
In the city, I touch and I bob and weave, ay

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them on that muh'fucker too

a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest

I sport my beeper on my boots that's why I be a buzz I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, Lunatic
rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit

Keep a quarter of some shit, I'm the of the backyard
All and all types like a junkyard
Hot boy with hot young ways
'Cause I connect three blunts and be for three days

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood to stare

I don't care, hell naw I ain't my hair
To the in them Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou'
One rapper, two and three chains

Nothing but some ole country boys ride V-12 horses
up and put spurs on my Air force's
Back porches made for hide and go
We got space out here, we can ride and

Ain't gotta 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they up, we smoked it up
And my be red, my lips a lil' dark
The Lou is more than the Rams, and lil' Arch

My dirty's love to spark and to sparkle
Love Vokal coats with matchin' car doors
We racin' down Skinker, see how our car go
be like ay-yi-yi like Ricky Ricardo

I you wanna know why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the blue
new twenty-two's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, five

a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang

I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a rhyme
Waitin' on my connect to deliver that line
Wish I find, one seed in my weed
Sticks and if I do somebody bleed

Pull here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay some blunts and Heineken
Hidin' in the back the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho'

They put the gun to my ear, you know the don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep bullshit clear
They had me face in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the

And leave the with a leak in the skreet
And that pussy ass that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this nigga NYPD
Beat the K, fuck coke, now I'm on my granny porch hustlin'

It's a Midwest thang, and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them thangs on muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the hip, it's a Midwest thang