Middle Fingers (feat. OG Smokey)
Don't make me choose
Between the music and between you
Witness the vision, don't fuck with the truth
I keep it 100, the change never loose
Ooouuu
Dont make me choose
'Tween staying calm and letting hell break loose
Can't be the best if I settle for two
I keep it real, my nigga do you
Question
What is the problem
With a young nigga trying to make dollars
Rapping with passion
You can't seem to grasp it
The practice and practice
He put into his craft is just
Damnit it's madness
It ain't one for lacking
The standard so bankable
Actual Fans always ask for mo
Flammable tracks and so OG and I give 'em exactly what they be asking for
Asking For
We in the world
The people are hating
These niggas are faking
We living the life
We running the game
We step on the gas
We spinning on rides
I have a message for you people faking
Stick to your mission
Stop with the dissing
What do you see when you look in my eyes
Middle Fingers if you killing the vibe
Middle Fingers if you doubting my grind
Middle Fingers if you talking that verbal
Middle Fingers if you ain't in my circle
Yeah yeah I'ma spit it out
Lord knows I'ma make it out
Fuck the fame I don't need it now
Money cheques, that's what I'm grinding for
Hating me, are you mental dawg
The plan be so simple
Secure the bag, what they offer, you triple
Fear none but God, so we act upon impulse
Its reckless, I know, but we young so we crystals
We form under pressure, I been feeling the heat
The higher you go the more problems you meet
Enemies you see
Energy released
From your neck to your feet, man the demons they breathe
Man they breathing so heavily
I got these tendencies
That tend to be
Fucking me up all mentally
So I suppress them see
They bottled up real nice ain't no way that they will get to see the light of day
I been working and working with no sign of play
My drive to succeed's always had the right of way
And so naturally winning is just my forte
Man it's just my forte
Man it's just my forte
We in the world
The people are hating
These niggas are faking
We living the life
We running the game
We step on the gas
We spinning on rides
I have a message for you people faking
Stick to your mission
Stop with the dissing
What do you see when you look in my eyes
Middle Fingers if you killing the vibe
Middle Fingers if you doubting my grind
Middle Fingers if you talking that verbal
Middle Fingers if you ain't in my circle
Yeah yeah I'ma spit it out
Lord knows I'ma make it out
Fuck the fame I don't need it now
Money cheques, that's what I'm grinding for
Hating me, are you mental dawg
Between the music and between you
Witness the vision, don't fuck with the truth
I keep it 100, the change never loose
Ooouuu
Dont make me choose
'Tween staying calm and letting hell break loose
Can't be the best if I settle for two
I keep it real, my nigga do you
Question
What is the problem
With a young nigga trying to make dollars
Rapping with passion
You can't seem to grasp it
The practice and practice
He put into his craft is just
Damnit it's madness
It ain't one for lacking
The standard so bankable
Actual Fans always ask for mo
Flammable tracks and so OG and I give 'em exactly what they be asking for
Asking For
We in the world
The people are hating
These niggas are faking
We living the life
We running the game
We step on the gas
We spinning on rides
I have a message for you people faking
Stick to your mission
Stop with the dissing
What do you see when you look in my eyes
Middle Fingers if you killing the vibe
Middle Fingers if you doubting my grind
Middle Fingers if you talking that verbal
Middle Fingers if you ain't in my circle
Yeah yeah I'ma spit it out
Lord knows I'ma make it out
Fuck the fame I don't need it now
Money cheques, that's what I'm grinding for
Hating me, are you mental dawg
The plan be so simple
Secure the bag, what they offer, you triple
Fear none but God, so we act upon impulse
Its reckless, I know, but we young so we crystals
We form under pressure, I been feeling the heat
The higher you go the more problems you meet
Enemies you see
Energy released
From your neck to your feet, man the demons they breathe
Man they breathing so heavily
I got these tendencies
That tend to be
Fucking me up all mentally
So I suppress them see
They bottled up real nice ain't no way that they will get to see the light of day
I been working and working with no sign of play
My drive to succeed's always had the right of way
And so naturally winning is just my forte
Man it's just my forte
Man it's just my forte
We in the world
The people are hating
These niggas are faking
We living the life
We running the game
We step on the gas
We spinning on rides
I have a message for you people faking
Stick to your mission
Stop with the dissing
What do you see when you look in my eyes
Middle Fingers if you killing the vibe
Middle Fingers if you doubting my grind
Middle Fingers if you talking that verbal
Middle Fingers if you ain't in my circle
Yeah yeah I'ma spit it out
Lord knows I'ma make it out
Fuck the fame I don't need it now
Money cheques, that's what I'm grinding for
Hating me, are you mental dawg
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Phiri
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