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On the Midwestside, we ride
On the Midwestside, we roll
On the Midwestside we gon' put on
Got the people going crazy every time I do a show
On the Midwestside, we ride
On the Midwestside, we roll
On the Midwestside we gon' put on
Got the people going crazy every time I do a show
On the Midwestside

[Verse 1: Darren Jackson]
Cow tipping, bonfires
Everybody here singing learned in mom's choir
Turn them old trucks to them low-riders
No In-N-Out Burger we got City Diners
From the projects, to the red necks
To the corn fields, hay riding with horses
People on their porches, rich getting more rich
House parties, house shows, run from law enforcements
Started off in hoopties, drive-in movies
Corner store smoothies and grandma cookies
Used to have a family, now we got groupies
Feeling like Big, when Big did Juicy
Racist still divides us, crimes at it’s peak
Some people got castles, some people on the street
Some people making millions, other people can’t eat
But everybody comes together when it's World Series week

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[Verse 2: Chris Grindz]
And you can find us posted in the Gateway
Summer time n***as going nuts, no payday
Girlfriends going off like an AK
You gotta dodge bullets if you grew up where we stay
And each day is a dice roll
You might as well wear a blindfold and let the good times roll
On this track I play the side role
But I'm a freak of nature with the flow you should come peep the sideshow
Catch more waves here no tides though
We're just all pretty nice folk
And even if we live life broke
I swear ain't nothing like the Midwestside bro

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[Verse 3: Darren Jackson]
East Coast got the style, West Coast got the shorties
South got the redbones, Midwest got the Dorthys
Summer block parties, Koolaid and 40's
And the homies don't swim if the water's over 4 feet
Whoa, now take a ride in my city
Backpacks on every kid holding 50
Skateboard kids got the whole street flipping
Police on the block got the whole block empty
Yeah, in the Midwest homie Cowboys got the same flannels as the OGs
Chuck Berry, John Wayne, Sweety Pies, Oldies
Brew our own beer, smoking cigarette rollies
Uh, these are our towns our cities
Our music, our people, our dreams living
We gon' make the world see that we still winning
Everybody from the Midwest keep singing

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