Lyrics Midwest Side - Machine Gun Kelly

Coming at the Midwest Side!
Come join the movement, man!
Welcome!
To a little city in the middle like malcolm
Walk anywhere i want its kells
And if they got a problem with me god help them
I go hard!
See me in a regular ship
In the crib, fuckin around wid a regular bitch
Never Hollywood i still with my regular click
King of my city, still on some regular shit!
Im in this man, live this man
Ask my town they witnessed man
All my haters finished them
See my ass, they kissed it man!
Fuck these hoes!
Fuck these hoes!
One more time like, fuck these hoes!
Tatted it on my arm now everybody knows
Bitch I'm from the double O
Where no other kid on the block runnin like me
Don't nobody shoot movies about us
Cause everything about us is pretend
So if you can stand it, you can get the fuck off to the kitchen!
Another young soul gon' missing
When you step into the
Midwest Side! You know how we ride
You know how we ride, comin out the Midwest Side!
Midwest Side! Midwest Side! Midwest Side!
Midwest Side! You know how we are
Bitch I'm from the, bitch I'm from the
I tell these haters, I tell um
I tell um, I tell um, I tell um!
Check my sleeves, boy
Sleeves, boy
This is how I live, boy
I dont want no one, twos or threes, boy
Call me keino reeves. boy
Eastside what i breath, boy
You aint with it, please, boy
get, get up off your knees, boy!
Release my N U T's, boy
I fuck with them leaves, boy
Yellow, purple, green, boy
Interstate 75, bring me what I need, boy
Smoke up all the trees, boy
I'm a C.L.E, boy
Chi town to the D, boy!
Shout out to the D boys!
Wisconsin whats happenin
Drove right over to Minneapolis, said whatsup to Indiana
Fuck my bitch down there in Kansas
Midwest side, I swear to god I'll die for this and thats my word
Rollin out 271 flipping the bird!
E.S.T, bitch!
Midwest Side! Midwest Side! Midwest Side!
Midwest Side! You know how we ride
Bitch I'm from the, bitch I'm from the
I tell these neighbors, I tell her
I tell her, I tell her, I tell her!
You know how we ride!
They tried sleepin on the front coast
And these 808 woke them the fuck.
Lace up till you face up
E. S. T for the death, you win, bitch!
And I aint the new Midwest Congressman!
Kells!