text: Yea Cleveland on my back uh
  Ls up when they see me
  Came from the underground now they on t.v
  Swear to god ha
  Ooh Machine Gun Kells, dub-o
  Look look you can miss me with that rap shit
  You can miss me with that stereotypical he isnt lyrical
  Barbershop chat shit
  Miss me with that frat shit
  Only university i graduated
  Was hard Knox
  Im from Cleveland
  Where they trap shit
  Five bucks for the catfish
  Five bucks for the bad bitch
  Five bucks in a drought in this city could get ya piece of that cactus
  With saran wrap for the wrapping
  Whatchu mean?
  Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Garcia Vegas
  I swear its contagious the way that we passed it
  Patches on my denim vest
  About as old as my dad is
  Blood stains on my chucks
  Cause well you know what that is
  Jet lag from these long flights
  Still sitting coach like its practice
  Feeling like students when the schools back I’m trying to see what first class is
  Cash is the root of all evil
  But maybe that why i do bad shit
  Fact is i do what we need cause the country
  And no Catholic or Baptist
  Warlord or pacifist,couldve seen what I seen without
  IMAXs and 3D glasses
  Yall in family houses like Bob Saget
  Both parents i was on family couches
  Like you dont want it ill wear it
  Inheriting hammy downs as a grown man embarrassed but
  These dreams seemed far fetched
  When reality is you’re sharing a shirt
  And a shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
  Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven dollar average
  This aint living this is strife
  This is Hennessy and this is just sprite
  But Maybe one day theyll remember me like they remember Mike
  When Im gone
  Mother fucker, god dammit thats what Im talking about
  Maybe theyll remember me when Im gone
  what else?
  I aint done
  Look when my times up on this earth
  And they bury me in that dirt
  Dont say that i aint milk this life
  For everything that its worth
  {yuhck}
  For everything that its worth
  And when i die remember me like Kurt
  ..BANG!
  Look they said Dub quit with that humble shit
  You can only be cool for so long
  But dont misjudge Im not
  The one you wanna rumble with
  Write it down take a pic
  Do what ever you have to do to remember me
  Im in your memory for infinity
  And the same goes for your bitch
  Remember me from Kennedy
  Or east high on the east side
  Were them niggas die over anything
  Yeah, dub-o
  Oh you aint know
  I got go i rock shows
  And ill be calling plays like flaco
  But Im so Cleveland
  Its a damn shame
  And est is my damn game
  Ive been reppin that
  Since way back
  And that double x is my campaign
  Pop bottles that champagne
  Its Cliquot for the champions
  Now where the hell is my damn ring?
  Biatch, celebration for nothing let you believe what you see
  I’m in the back but no frontin
  Seven days out the week i be working
  Im full of hunger
  That jealousy is the smell of defeat
  And remember who told ya
  Im gone motherfucker
  Just remember me when Im gone
  Dub-o eh
  When that times up on my watch
  And they bury me in that box
  Dont say i aint give my gang
  Everything that i got real shit yea
  Everything that i got
  And when i die remember me
  Like PAC BABAYY
  Est mother fucker
   lACE UP MOTHER FUCKER
  BLACK FLAG MoTHER FUCKER