sit innat pocket
Yea (Turn up Middy!)
I just went insane
Them doors not suicide but I blew out the brain
I put my love for music on that chain (I love you, music)
I been off them drugs too long, I don't got no brain (Zombie, yeah)
No safety on the gun and I still cocked it
They should call Middy a quarterback the way he sit in that pocket
You niggas belong in between my big toe, you flip flopping
I don't be listening to gravity after I hit the moonrock
Yea, I just took a page out of Michael Jackson's book and moonwalked it
The way I swerve these cars, you'd think I was a Kia Boy from Milwaukee
My bad, I kill these beats, convict me with manslaughter
I was trying to tell Caidence just cause he a rapper he don't gotta sip Wok
Yea
Used to be a big man, I used to live on the block
Yea
Took 'em a minute to realize I had a shot
Yea
Soon as I shot that shit like Dame
Now everybody want to know my name
I smoke too much gas, my fucking lungs in pain
Yea (Turn up Middy!)
I just went insane
Them doors not suicide but I blew out the brain
I put my love for music on that chain (I love you, music)
I been off them drugs too long, I don't got no brain (Zombie, yeah)
No safety on the gun and I still cocked it
They should call Middy a quarterback the way he sit in that pocket
You niggas belong in between my big toe, you flip flopping
I don't be listening to gravity after I hit the moonrock
I just went insane
Them doors not suicide but I blew out the brain
I put my love for music on that chain (I love you, music)
I been off them drugs too long, I don't got no brain (Zombie, yeah)
No safety on the gun and I still cocked it
They should call Middy a quarterback the way he sit in that pocket
You niggas belong in between my big toe, you flip flopping
I don't be listening to gravity after I hit the moonrock
Yea, I just took a page out of Michael Jackson's book and moonwalked it
The way I swerve these cars, you'd think I was a Kia Boy from Milwaukee
My bad, I kill these beats, convict me with manslaughter
I was trying to tell Caidence just cause he a rapper he don't gotta sip Wok
Yea
Used to be a big man, I used to live on the block
Yea
Took 'em a minute to realize I had a shot
Yea
Soon as I shot that shit like Dame
Now everybody want to know my name
I smoke too much gas, my fucking lungs in pain
Yea (Turn up Middy!)
I just went insane
Them doors not suicide but I blew out the brain
I put my love for music on that chain (I love you, music)
I been off them drugs too long, I don't got no brain (Zombie, yeah)
No safety on the gun and I still cocked it
They should call Middy a quarterback the way he sit in that pocket
You niggas belong in between my big toe, you flip flopping
I don't be listening to gravity after I hit the moonrock
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Writer(s): Micah Harris
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