Midwest City

[Intro] [Hook] I'm from the city in the Midwest, that city where they sin two times (say now) I'm from the city in the Midwest, repping my state, my state (say now) I'm from the city in the Midwest, repping my state that's Ohio (say now) I'm from the city in the Midwest, repping my state that's Ohio (yeah) I’m from the city where they sin two times, dope white boy tell em’ I don’t do lines So I snuck up in the back though, brim flat hat low, kick-back lax flow, give em’ what they ask for They don’t know who I am, I think it’s okay, just clap for the no-name, Olay Olay! Shots of Patron, no way Jose, Cincinnati Boy – a bottle of Pete Rosay Coming off the top like a Mohawk and I won’t stop because I got it on lock like a deadbolt Aiming for the top so you better keep your head low, Why? Cuz I said so, I’m Brady, You Bledsoe Get blown, Drive Fast, sip slow, in the seat sit low, on the creep- tip toe Everybody saying this shit go, from the 5-1-3 to the 4-4-0 [Hook] Came in the game birth name and all, and it picked up when I met J and Paul I don’t really want the fame I just came to ball, until my name in the frame, hanging on the wall, like- You don’t know him, you gotta be joking, I ain’t with the bullshit, you gotta be Joakim Getting high so I never be below them, way above these squares like I’m dunking on a low-rim Face it, some of you rappers getting complacent, elementary rhymes so basic; tasteless Say they making that money but they ain’t getting paid bitch, say they outta this world but they ain’t got a spaceship I only say that to say this to haters, I’m major, my buzz like cicadas with pagers So later, got a date with Destiny, not fate, just a bad ho texting me (like) [Hook] Mic check one-two like a snap count, yeah I’m going in, but I’m blacked out, yeah I got a plan, got it mapped out, put the city on my back and never throw my back out [Outro]