Middy - 8

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Whoever the true god is, tell him I'm higher than him
Drugs gave a nigga wings, I just be flying and shit
I'm infatuated with the money, I love the idea of it
Need that cash in my hand, I need to just feel it
Everyday geek up, nigga ain't trying to feel shit
Be blowing my mood trying to think about that real shit
Middy gon' take that pink slip then peel it
I could show you what I want but is it the real him?

I just took off like a plane
I bought that plain
I can't remember her name
I think I'm going insane
I admit, I ain't the same me
Really just how could you blame me?
Know Young Middy got aim
Know this got range
(You know that motherfucker got range!)

Whoever the true god is, tell him I'm higher than him
Drugs gave a nigga wings, I just be flying and shit
I'm infatuated with the money, I love the idea of it
Need that cash in my hand, I need to just feel it
Everyday geek up, nigga ain't trying to feel shit
Be blowing my mood trying to think about that real shit
Middy gon' take that pink slip then peel it
I could show you what I want but is it the real him?



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Writer(s): Young Middy
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