Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child (Remix)

I'm to go crazy on 'em
out to that nigga J. Cole, man
One of the motherfuckers I fuck with

They me out, as if God don't exist
I know those that on me, they gotta be pissed
I went through the worst, made my heaven on
Just to get passed gates, I was hoppin' the fence
I'm counting my blessings, I'm counting the
And of the rappers I checked off my list
They say it's a track, it sound more like a
I put rappers in boxes, this is a gift
I'm feeling like Birdie off the Rim
But I'm Thomas Sheppard, you just Flip
I do not smoke, I drink, I don't sip
I am too on getting these chips
Man, these don't think like a hustler
They bound to go tryna follow the drip
I'm drippin', I'm saucin', I'm say I'm ballin'
I'm than Shannon, ain't talking to Skip
I don't trust record labels, the all a trick
See, they'll make you famous while you them rich
I like a cowboy, that gun on my hip
I put hoes on block, like a nigga that Pimp
He said he smoke, if I give him an ounce
I'll put him in a bag, he about to get
My gun game is vicious, talking bout Swishers
But I know some niggas that only sticks
And I know niggas that only hit licks
You'd think was sick how they looking for Vics
Shout out to my squad, bitch we move the mob
I just wanna see set, like a pick
We getting to dough, like we driving a
Bitch, I got that's hired to shoot
Bro poppin' steel, once I give him the cue
You'll get dropped like you Bishop for trying my
Been a in these streets, I put 24s on the Caprice
Chevy used to sit than Snoop
give 'em the truth, 'til I lie in a suit
The kicks on me bussin', like Zion at
I am self made, I did shit by myself, I can't get put on a shelf
Bitch I'm that nigga, no amount of money can
I been goin' since I came
Hustling's in my blood, it my veins
Before the web, I was Mary Jane
I been in the game, I was moving them
Came out at the end, nigga, that's Eddie Kane
I like Pac when he dropped Makaveli
I like double-O-seven Lil Wayne
I don't a fuck about ice and no chain
Just the of my children's the reason I train
All they know is the sauce, they know the cost
All you is your wins, let 'em know the loss
Read some books and keep calm if they pull you
The police a nigga that know the laws
Why up for a flag, when they hope we fall?
In a grave or a jail that hold us all
down like a bowling ball, they got a hold of y'all
Follow King James, like he (Woo)
When it come to this rapping, you know I'm a beast it
Take any beat I like and my teeth in it
I could get conscious, bitch, I could go deep it
Words for your soul, I know how to preach with it
Bar after bar, nigga I could beatin' it
Change up my flow on you hoes, Mystique with it
Up in the stu' sometimes I put the in it
Fuck who critiquing it, I'm out they reach it
I dumb it down, I cannot weaken it
I got it mastered, I could start teaching it
The scary this is ain't reached my peak it, ah
Still independent, nigga I'm a
my net worth, I ain't gotta floss
Bitch, I been lit, a molotov
on me when I tie my scarf
Wings up, bitch, a lot of sauce
Million dollar dick up in designer
All my ex want my joggers off
They want the cock back, a tomahawk
Your bitch wanna see me, she say she ain't
And gon' wait up for me, like a scale
I fucked her good, now she my spell
She be me