Youngest Child (Middle Child Remix) Video (MV)

This ain't for no money
This ain't for no fame
These ain't no excuses to slide in your lane
This ain't for no status that I'm tryna claim
I just gotta ask if there's some type of way
You feel about niggas thats not at your age
You feel kinda funny bout shit that we say
I'm tryna be sunny but you throwing shade
To rappers who never gon like what you say
I'm making a killing off problems I mention
Respect what I'm building respect my intentions
You tryna fulfill and give niggas a lesson
Cause middle children never get no attention
But it's okay
Your little brother is right here to show you the way
Yeah I'm the youngest but learn what I say
Your problems won't disappear when you pray
Yeah these new niggas is off
Won't be ferocious
I won't even come at them
Want you to notice
They just doing them so don't question their motives
Cause everybody can't be lyrical poets
Don't get it twisted I'm not in your favor
This rap shit a game you just another player
Stack up the VC and save it for later
Turn that shit up if you sound like a hater
Niggas been sleeping a little too much
Set the alarm off and get them to listen
It's Mali Finesse and I'm shocking the system
You claiming the throne then I'm wrecking the kingdom
And burning it down and I'm leaving some victims
They claim they ain't hating but showing the symptoms
They claim they adapting but don't want the wisdom
And say they in sync but they never in rhythm
Yeah
Don't gotta tell you no figure of speech
I been reaching to meet all the preachers for each of my sins
That I see or believe in to teach all the masses that Mali Finesse got the key
Don't gotta call it new heat on the streets
I'm just preaching the key to the peace that we need
Cause we caught up in greed and we feed into these common problems
That never concerned you or me
This ain't for no money
This ain't for no fame
These ain't no excuses to slide in your lane
This ain't for no status that I'm tryna claim
I'm not tryna get my shit selling the same
This ain't bout no watches
This ain't bout whips
This ain't about getting bitches on my dick
This ain't about bragging or boasting my drip
I'm tryna be next I'm not tryna get skipped
No
I just rolled some foreign in my blunt
Hope it give me something I can feel
Do too much no I can't get enough
Talking bout the young don't make you real
I ain't one of them niggas tryna stunt
You said you had something I could feel
I don't feel a thing that's pretty tough
Talking bout the young don't make you real
I'm right at the bottom of two generations
Too much experience right in my face
I don't know how I would fit in this placement
Too many legends who don't know my name
Don't got a clue what I bring to the table don't know how I'm able to stay in this game
When you refusing to rip off the label they give you I'm tearing it off with no shame
I never met Naz, I never met Cube
I never met Ye, I never met Snoop
Never met 6ix9ine, never met Juice
I never met Kendrick, I never met you
I never had nobody shape me at all
I'm not one to play with even if I fall
I might take your trophies right off of your wall
I don't want you niggas to hate me at all
Nah
I just rolled some foreign in my blunt
Hope it give me something I can feel
Do too much no I can't get enough
Talking bout the young don't make you real
I ain't one of them niggas tryna stunt
You said you had something I can feel
I don't feel a thing that's pretty tough
Talking bout the young don't make you real