[Verse 1]
Whoever woulda thought that a little muthafucka from the land woulda came up and made them stacks,
It never was warm in my city so I had to get on the record and come blaze these tracks,

And I'm all around hatas everyday but I guess that's what fame attracts,
fuck dat, where the bucks at man i need the green in my box like apple jacks,

Matta fact see me in a ride so foreign u cant understand,
6 speed hittin 60 0 to 3 so come catch me if u can
Talk in my ebonics, give a fuck what Mr webster says,
Let a smart girl read my dictionary I call that Ms Webstar head
Man I gotta get it, when I'm gonna get it, how I gotta get it man whatever Ima do I'll get jthat,
Every moment I want it cuz everyday I be grindin so when u wanna make a move I'm with that,
I am a, chip off the block,

Monster 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,

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 u will neva eva so I got scrubs for them,

Yeah I'm from the city where all of the good die young and the old don't make it,
so we just hangin in the middle ground ready for whatever boy don't mistake it,
Bitch I'm from Cleveland bet they know what we claim,
Cuz we wildin muthafuckas EST is the gang bitch!

[Verse 2]
Whoever, woulda guessed that a little white boy out the Midwest woulda did fuckin numbers!
Everybody used to talk down now the whole world wanna be-fuckin-come us!
We the new team, E.S.T,
Line full of hoes outside the VIP,
Everybody know I'm Number 23
When I'm on the court ballin MVP biatch,
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