Wanna be the one in the middle we going get up with you
Whole lotta bullets they flip his biscuit
Knew that shit was wrong still went ahead with it
Tryna run niggas down and show no pity
Built in switchy but I still love semi's
Not the type the go crazy for you to hear me
I gave my last to my momma and she ain't even know it
I'm tryna triple shit up and take it to
I'm tryna triple shit up and buy my momma a store
Got different dreams but can't be telling you niggas cause y'all be poor
Hold bruh you might just hate on me and then steal my flow
Recording these times it was goin
Bad wish I turn nineteen in a couple days
This shit feel different cause I ain't feel I was goin get to this stage
Thanking god this shit happened ion know how I
They thinking I'm going crazy but I ain't tell em how I made it to this stage
Nigga comparing his gun to mine knowing that lil bitch is a blade
Walk down on your two lane then I blow up that two lane
Leave him up with a stain if he tryna front up for fame
Bullies out here getting they soul took homie you don't wanna be that
Please don't put cheese on my food homie I ain't no rat
Lift up stick put shit on your dude nigga we got him out his straps
Still pressing all my old issues come here you goin get clapped
Real life situations nigga talk to himself made a nigga rap
Nigga ain't never did shit get off them drugs and start thinking he that
Bump fire on my trigger tryn leave your homie face on flat
Wanna be the one in the middle we going get up with you
Whole lotta bullets they flip his biscuit
Knew that shit was wrong still went ahead with it
Tryna run niggas down and show no pity
Built in switchy but I still love semi's
Not the type the go crazy for you to hear me
I gave my last to my momma and she ain't even know it
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Wanna be the one in the middle we going get up with you
Whole lotta bullets they flip his biscuit
Knew that shit was wrong still went ahead with it
Tryna run niggas down and show no pity
Built in switchy but I still love semi's
Not the type the go crazy for you to hear me
I gave my last to my momma and she ain't even know it
I'm tryna triple shit up and take it to
I'm tryna triple shit up and buy my momma a store
Got different dreams but can't be telling you niggas cause y'all be poor
Hold bruh you might just hate on me and then steal my flow
Recording these times it was goin
Bad wish I turn nineteen in a couple days
This shit feel different cause I ain't feel I was goin get to this stage
Thanking god this shit happened ion know how I
They thinking I'm going crazy but I ain't tell em how I made it to this stage
Nigga comparing his gun to mine knowing that lil bitch is a blade
Walk down on your two lane then I blow up that two lane
Leave him up with a stain if he tryna front up for fame
Bullies out here getting they soul took homie you don't wanna be that
Please don't put cheese on my food homie I ain't no rat
Lift up stick put shit on your dude nigga we got him out his straps
Still pressing all my old issues come here you goin get clapped
Real life situations nigga talk to himself made a nigga rap
Nigga ain't never did shit get off them drugs and start thinking he that
Bump fire on my trigger tryn leave your homie face on flat
Wanna be the one in the middle we going get up with you
Whole lotta bullets they flip his biscuit
Knew that shit was wrong still went ahead with it
Tryna run niggas down and show no pity
Built in switchy but I still love semi's
Not the type the go crazy for you to hear me
I gave my last to my momma and she ain't even know it
Whole lotta bullets they flip his biscuit
Knew that shit was wrong still went ahead with it
Tryna run niggas down and show no pity
Built in switchy but I still love semi's
Not the type the go crazy for you to hear me
I gave my last to my momma and she ain't even know it
I'm tryna triple shit up and take it to
I'm tryna triple shit up and buy my momma a store
Got different dreams but can't be telling you niggas cause y'all be poor
Hold bruh you might just hate on me and then steal my flow
Recording these times it was goin
Bad wish I turn nineteen in a couple days
This shit feel different cause I ain't feel I was goin get to this stage
Thanking god this shit happened ion know how I
They thinking I'm going crazy but I ain't tell em how I made it to this stage
Nigga comparing his gun to mine knowing that lil bitch is a blade
Walk down on your two lane then I blow up that two lane
Leave him up with a stain if he tryna front up for fame
Bullies out here getting they soul took homie you don't wanna be that
Please don't put cheese on my food homie I ain't no rat
Lift up stick put shit on your dude nigga we got him out his straps
Still pressing all my old issues come here you goin get clapped
Real life situations nigga talk to himself made a nigga rap
Nigga ain't never did shit get off them drugs and start thinking he that
Bump fire on my trigger tryn leave your homie face on flat
Wanna be the one in the middle we going get up with you
Whole lotta bullets they flip his biscuit
Knew that shit was wrong still went ahead with it
Tryna run niggas down and show no pity
Built in switchy but I still love semi's
Not the type the go crazy for you to hear me
I gave my last to my momma and she ain't even know it
Writer: Heez Hassen
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