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

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't trip
(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, Hummer's and
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
Five and countin', dirty six at
Did seven on the slide, 8
I'll be on my Bentley by the time 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 for sunlight
Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah you me dirty

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
Representin' St. every time I breathe
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 thangs on that muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, 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 when I
it's on my lips, it's chaos when I spit
Quarter man, schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, half in yo' shit

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

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

I don't care, hell naw I cuttin' my hair
To the half in them Air 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 that ride horses
Saddle up and put on my Air force's
Back porches for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can ride and

gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my a lil' dark
The Lou is more the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

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

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

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

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

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

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

They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep bullshit clear
They had me down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', I'ma pull the heat

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

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