So Sick Vic - Middle Child Lyrics

I'ma go and get the money honey
Why you running from me
I'm up next
Other rappers
Acting dummy dummy
Think they really funny
I'm upset
Why you gotta be the one to tell me
I wish you would love me
But you don't
Hate that we gotta do shit to pop
Just to get a spot
In this cole

World that we live in
I know now a days that we f*ck with the feeling
I just wanna be like the one that is winning
But I'm tryna stick to myself and the vision
They say keep wishing
F*ck them they isn't
The one tryna change a life quick in a minute
I'ma go kill it
F*ck with the realness
Soon as this drops I know they gonna feel this

Damn
I'm wondering now
About all my fam
Wanna make em so proud
And have em back stage
They won't be in the crowd
Knowing my grandmas are cracking a smile
Soon or later you gon like the boy
14 mil worth like my name was a troy
Speaking my shit
Like a wish
When I dish
All the hits
In a bit
Then I'm feeling the joy
Yeuh

Bitches been counting me out
I know that I got it
And they just be pissed
They hating my name
And I'm just a kid
I'm doing it right
And I'm making the hits

The game is so dirty
But you gotta play it
To get what you want
So then I'm gonna wait it
And then when it come
You know I'm gonna take it
Stop hating on me
And just hop on my shit
Yeuh

I just poured something in my cup
I been wanting something I can feel
Promise I am never giving up
Money in your palm don't make it real

Foot is on they neck I got em stuck
I'ma give em something they can feel
If it ain't bout the squad don't give a f*ck
Pistol in yo hand don't make you real

I'm stuck in the middle
Of hustle and patience
F*ck it I guess I'm just gonna do both
Can't wait to look back
And listen to this track
Think about all of the shit that I wrote
Never thought I would be rapping on beats when
I used just make them and drop em a lot
But I'm so good at this
F*ck a what could've been
Son of a bitch
I just want me a spot

When I get that shit
I'm running the game
Staying the same
And I'm not gonna change
Stay in my lane
I'll be one of the greats
Cause I possess the traits
And I'll still have some hates
It's all good I'ma keep doing my thang
I'ma keep sending this shit with a bang
Run this shit back all the way to the hook
Everyone watch
While I do what I sang
Bitch

I just poured something in my cup
I been wanting something I can feel
Promise I am never giving up
Money in your palm don't make it real

Foot is on they neck I got em stuck
I'ma give em something they can feel
If it ain't bout the squad don't give a f*ck
Pistol in yo hand don't make you real