EST 4 Life lyrics

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Let's bring some reality to it
And the whole gang's in here
Yeah, b*tch (b*tch)

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly, Dubo]
Hm-hm, okay, EST for life (Woo)
Forty muthaf*ckin' days, I hustled forty nights (Let's get it!)
I got forty deep behind me, ain't a muthaf*cker nice (Bow)
Forty Swishas (Bow), forty b*tches (Yeah), went from mothaf*ckin' rice
Shut it down (Down, down), EST we shut it down
All them b*tches know what's up, EST we run it now
And if you think that I'm lying, better go ask somebody
I'm just one out of a million, "Laced Up" tatted, riding, shawty, bow

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly, Dubo, Machine Gun Kelly & Slim Gudz]
Okay, now all I know is this hustle (Hustle)
All I want is this cream (Cream)
If you ain't riding then f*ck you (f*ck you)
All I got's my team, screaming:
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
Okay, I do it all for my city (City)
All I know's these streets (Streets)
Throw it up if you with me (Let's go)
And until I rest in peace, I'm screaming:
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
"EST (Okay, okay; what the f*ck?)"
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly, Dubo]
I see they hide when we come 'round (When we come 'round)
Get the f*ck down (Yeah)
I am from the city where they {*Bow*}, love that gun sound
I am from the city where they ride 'til the sun down (Yeah, yeah)
Where they die by this tattoo, I rep mine, so what's up now? (What's up? What's up?)
It's that reckless generation, EST my nation
Muthaf*ck your time you taking, you know Cleveland my location
Straight shots with no chasing, f*ck 'em all in they faces
They were sleeping on that sh*t I spit, so I hock spit in their faces
I can't take it, everybody better get in their places
Me and all of mine are looking like gorillas
We fitted in all black, you would think we racist
L-l-light it up like it's Vegas
Sh-sh-Shutting down all that fake sh*t (What?)
And not a damn one of these haters (What?) show they faces
They like Craigslist (Dub-O)
Must let it be known (Yeah)
If you-you pullin' up in my city
You better holla "Daddy, I'm home" (Yeah)
Yeah (What? What?), we hustle like no other (Other)
No love for no sucker, 19-double-Xs forever (-ever)
Yeah

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly, Dubo, Machine Gun Kelly & Slim Gudz]
Okay, now all I know is this hustle (Hustle)
All I want is this cream (Cream)
If you ain't riding then f*ck you (f*ck you)
All I got's my team, screaming:
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
Okay, I do it all for my city (City)
All I know's these streets (Streets)
Throw it up if you with me (Let's go)
And until I rest in peace, I'm screaming:
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
"EST (What the f*ck?)"
"EST (Okay, okay; what the f*ck?)"
[Outro: DJ Xplosive]
These muthaf*ckas don't know the f*ck goin' on
It's "EST 4 Life", know what I'm sayin'?
We gon' ride together, get high together
And best believe we gon' die together
I go by the name of "DJ Xplosive", and I'm stayin' for this sh*t
Ayy, Kells, Dubo, Slim G'z, f*ck these hatin' ass n*ggas
Either they run with us, or they hide from us
Let me know, put them Ls up, lace the f*ck up!