Middle Son

I know it's been a lil' minute
Since I got on my lil' thugger shit
My mind been on the business
Had to move around from that other shit
Got bread on top my mind
It's like niggas is chasing after me
I need to see them bands
I done told you boys I don't rap for free
Lil' niggas around the way
Give them hundreds, and they gon' step for me
My bro gon' up the score on my go
Make sure he ref for me
Make sure the guys is solid
I don't believe in friendly casualties
My momma straight and people straight
Really that's why they mad at me
I just went through the city with 2 lil' bitties
I don't know if they black or Asian
Pockets filled with all white faces
My momma think her son's a racist
Crazy to see I'm having
Just the perks from all the moves I'm making
Young and black and smoking green
With yellow gold think I'm Jamaican
I can put you on if you need it
Join the team it ain't no need for hating
This shit right here ain't happen over night
Man this shit come with patience
Think back on the time me and my brother split a 20 sack
Now we rolling zips back to back
You can't be mad at that
Been a loser for too long
It feel good to finally say I'm winning
Stay down and mind your own
'Cause in this world man you need tunnel vision
I been cooking up that dope for so long
My bedroom in the kitchen
Still I won't be satisfied until I see my face on television

You know what I'm saying
I really do put my heart in this shit man you feel me
This really ain't no game to me

Grew up with some niggas who thuggin' it on a mobile phone
I'm running with some niggas
Who walking in like ain't no one home
Where I lay my hat is my new home
Guess I'm a rolling stone
I'm the best at what I do
Need to see my face on the rolling stone
I just bought a Glock hold 33
Down on the block like I'm Pat Ewing
All eyes on me see I got movement
Trying to copy what they see I'm doing
Say pesos ain't gone bust
I'll tell you what just fuck around and see
Better carry your ass
Before I can get to the count of 3
If Pesos had a dollar for everyone that done doubted me
I'd fly right to Columbia
And fly right back with a couple keys
Got new tags on my ass say I'm acting brand new
If you ain't have it and now you got it
You would flash them bands too
Tell all the opps I want the smoke
Fuck it bring ya man's too
Couple booms from out the drums
Sounding like I'm FAMU
I can't stress about a bitch that the city ran through
She want a flight to Cancun
Must think I'm a damn fool
Only thing you getting from me
Is some hard dick and some bubble gum
When you young and got some money
You don't even try to fuck with bums
Cut from a different cloth
Let me remind you I'm a one of one
I'm brought up player made
Let me remind you I'm Jeff middle son