Scot Conr - Up the Middle Lyrics

Scot Con for your conscious
They not so honest
I'm new ain't no imposter
Everybody watch

My moves I got the knowledge
I'm might just profit
Rules I could not follow
Can't be held hostage

Dip and I move everyday
Hop in the stu and I work
Hop in the whip and I scurt
Get me an 1/8th of church

Roll up a j and I burn burn burn
Fast flow well imma slow it down
Everybody turn around
They all notice now

S-C-O-T
The young poet the script so holy

Feelin' like they biting my sound
Teethmarks on my notes
Trace my steps on the ground

Feelin' like they biting my sound
Teethmarks on my notes
Trace my steps on the ground

Stack it real slick
Get my mom a new cribbo'
Better get ready
Imma run it up the middle

Everybody noticing that I can make it sizzle
Biting all my flows they try to copy what I scribble
What I scribble
Biting all my flows they try to copy what I scribble (What I scribble)

Let me tell you something
That I went and learned from Wayne
If you go and try to be different
Then you'll prolly be the same

Everyone gunna' be different
Better stick out with persistence
Swear that shit done twist my vision
Now i'm sticking in my lane
Sticking in my lane

Gripping all this grain
You know what I'm sayin
Give a f*ck about the fame
Get my mom a new place

Stack it real slick
Get my mom a new cribbo
Better get ready
Imma run it up the middle

Everybody noticing that I can make it sizzle
Biting all my flows they try to copy what I scribble
What I scribble
Biting all my flows they try to copy what I scribble
What I scribble