[Intro]
What up, Midwest?
They forgot about the fourth coast
It ain't nothing though
What up Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas?
Kentucky, Missouri, everybody in the Lou'!
[Verse 1]
Thinking bout Guy Fisher
Never met him, but God damn, that's my nigga!
I figure real estate invested pie flipper
Never snitch, me, I'm in a bathrobe, fly slippers (I-80)
Left Chicago with good money for 5 drops
Westside, did the Southside like the White Sox (What up Stony Island?)
Van Buren, Pulaski, K-Town is contra (Westside)
They'll dearly depart ya, in front of MacArthur's (What up Madison?)
I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys
Did the whole Ohio, but I started off a Buckeye
Columbus to 'Nati; them towns I raped 'em
Few clowns was hatin', moved my pounds to Dayton
And in Akron, my niggas they would throw things
Not King James, these were coke kings
And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home
The smack, it's on, wrapped in chrome
You better get a chaperone
What up, Midwest?
They forgot about the fourth coast
It ain't nothing though
What up Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas?
Kentucky, Missouri, everybody in the Lou'!
[Verse 1]
Thinking bout Guy Fisher
Never met him, but God damn, that's my nigga!
I figure real estate invested pie flipper
Never snitch, me, I'm in a bathrobe, fly slippers (I-80)
Left Chicago with good money for 5 drops
Westside, did the Southside like the White Sox (What up Stony Island?)
Van Buren, Pulaski, K-Town is contra (Westside)
They'll dearly depart ya, in front of MacArthur's (What up Madison?)
I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys
Did the whole Ohio, but I started off a Buckeye
Columbus to 'Nati; them towns I raped 'em
Few clowns was hatin', moved my pounds to Dayton
And in Akron, my niggas they would throw things
Not King James, these were coke kings
And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home
The smack, it's on, wrapped in chrome
You better get a chaperone
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