Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child (Remix)

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

They counted me out, as if God don't
I those that quit on me, they gotta be pissed
I went through the worst, made my heaven on
to get passed them 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 more like a skit
I put rappers in boxes, this is a gift
I'm feeling Birdie off Above the Rim
But I'm Sheppard, you niggas just Flip
I do not smoke, I don't drink, I sip
I am too on getting these chips
Man, these motherfuckers don't think a hustler
They bound to go tryna follow the drip
I'm drippin', I'm saucin', I'm say I'm ballin'
I'm sharper than Shannon, ain't talking to
I don't record labels, the shit's all a trick
See, they'll make you while you make them rich
I feel like a cowboy, gun on my hip
I put hoes on your block, like a that Pimp
He said he want smoke, if I give him an
I'll put him in a bag, he to get zipped
My gun game is vicious, ain't bout Swishers
But I know some that only sell sticks
And I know some that only hit licks
You'd think someone was sick how they looking for
out to my squad, bitch we move like the mob
I just wanna see set, like a pick
We getting to dough, like we a coupe
Bitch, I got killers that's hired to
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
I'ma give 'em the truth, 'til I lie in a
The kicks on me bussin', Zion at Duke
I am made, I did this shit by myself, I can't get put on a shelf
Bitch I'm nigga, no amount of money can tame
I been goin' since I came
Hustling's in my blood, it my veins
Before the web, I was with Mary
I been in the game, I was moving things
Came out clean at the end, nigga, that's Eddie
I like Pac when he dropped Makaveli
I feel like Lil Wayne
I don't a fuck about ice and no chain
Just the thought of my children's the reason I
All they know is the sauce, don't know the cost
All you show is your wins, let 'em the loss
Read books and keep calm if they pull you over
The police hate a nigga that the laws
Why stand up for a flag, when hope we fall?
In a grave or a that could hold us all
down like a bowling ball, they got a hold of y'all
Follow King James, like he (Woo)
it come to this rapping, you know I'm a beast with it
Take any beat I and sink my teeth in it
I get conscious, bitch, I could go deep with it
Words for your soul, yeah I know how to preach it
Bar bar, nigga I could start beatin' it
Change up my flow on you hoes, Mystique with it
Up in the sometimes I put the beef in it
who critiquing it, I'm out they reach with it
I cannot it down, I cannot weaken it
I got it mastered, I could start teaching it
The scary is ain't reached my peak with it, ah
Still independent, nigga I'm a
my net worth, I ain't gotta floss
Bitch, I been lit, a molotov
LV's on me I tie my scarf
Wings up, bitch, it's a lot of
Million dick up in designer draws
All my ex bitches my joggers off
They want the cock back, a tomahawk
Your bitch see me, she say she ain't sleepy
And said gon' wait up for me, like a
I fucked her good, now she under my
She be me