Middle Child [Remix]

I'm about to go crazy on 'em Shout out to that nigga J. Cole, man One of the only motherfuckers I fuck with They counted me out, as if God don't exist I know those that quit on me, they gotta be pissed I went through the worst, made my heaven on earth Just to get passed them gates, I was hoppin' the fence I'm counting my blessings, I'm counting the bodies And names of the rappers I checked off my list They say it's a track, it sound more like a skit I put rappers in boxes, this shit is a gift I'm feeling like Birdie off Above the Rim But I'm Thomas Sheppard, you niggas just Flip I do not smoke, I don't drink, I don't sip I am too focused on getting these chips Man, these motherfuckers don't think like a hustler They bound to go broke tryna follow the drip I'm drippin', I'm saucin', when I'm say I'm ballin' I'm sharper than Shannon, ain't talking to Skip I don't trust record labels, the shit's all a trick See, they'll make you famous while you make them rich I feel like a cowboy, that gun on my hip I put hoes on your block, like a nigga that Pimp He said he want smoke, if I give him an ounce I'll put him in a bag, he about to get zipped My gun game is vicious, ain't talking bout Swishers But I know some niggas that only sell sticks And I know some niggas that only hit licks You'd think someone was sick how they looking for Vics Shout out to my squad, bitch we move like the mob I just wanna see everyone set, like a pick We getting to dough, like we driving a coupe Bitch, I got killers that's hired to shoot Bro poppin' that steel, once I give him the cue You'll get dropped like you Bishop for trying my jewels Been a beast in these streets, I put 24s on the Caprice Chevy used to sit higher than Snoop I'ma give 'em the truth, 'til I lie in a suit The kicks on me bussin', like Zion at Duke I am self made, I did this shit by myself, I can't get put on a shelf Bitch I'm that nigga, no amount of money can tame I been goin' nuts since I came Hustling's in my blood, it pump my veins Before the web, I was with Mary Jane I been in the game, I was moving them things Came out clean at the end, nigga, that's Eddie Kane I feel like Pac when he dropped Makaveli I feel like double-O-seven Lil Wayne I don't give a fuck about ice and no chain Just the thought of my children's the reason I train All they know is the sauce, they don't know the cost All you show is your wins, let 'em know the loss Read some books and keep calm if they pull you over The police hate a nigga that know the laws Why stand up for a flag, when they hope we fall? In a grave or a jail that could hold us all Pinned down like a bowling ball, they got a hold of y'all Follow King James, like he protocol (Woo) When it come to this rapping, you know I'm a beast with it Take any beat I like and sink my teeth in it I could get conscious, bitch, I could go deep with it Words for your soul, yeah I know how to preach with it Bar after bar, nigga I could start beatin' it Change up my flow on you hoes, like Mystique with it Up in the stu' sometimes I put the beef in it Fuck who critiquing it, I'm out they reach with it I cannot dumb it down, I cannot weaken it I got it mastered, bitch I could start teaching it The scary this is ain't reached my peak with it, ah Still independent, nigga I'm a boss Check my net worth, I ain't gotta floss Bitch, I been lit, like a molotov LV's on me when I tie my scarf Wings up, bitch, it's a lot of sauce Million dollar dick up in designer draws All my ex bitches want my joggers off They want the cock back, like a tomahawk Your bitch wanna see me, she say she ain't sleepy And said gon' wait up for me, like a scale I fucked her good, now she under my spell She be calling me "Jesus" every time I nail I was cooler than Zach, up in school with them packs Had me flexin' like Slater off Saved by the Bell They say they want smoke, they want beef, they want drama Well I'm with all that, like I'm Kenan and Kel These niggas bitches, when I drop they listen Whole time they be wishing a real nigga fail Used to feel so alone, when I used to come home Knew my OG was high 'cause I knew how it smell If I grab my phones and I go to my notes There's bars in a celly, ain't up in a jail They say that man on fire, on tracks he's unstoppable Must of been training, they think he Denzel Don't need a big posse 'cause niggas Tekashi They run into 12 and then niggas'll tell I know some niggas who ain't coming home With nobody to call, who don't never get mail I got some loved ones that never call me Unless they want some money, or need to post bail I know some niggas that got they ass hit up And still to do this day, they ain't doing too well Way before rap, I was getting that cash Pulling up, dropping off zips of the gas Shades on while I'm ballin', still getting to that bag Just like Master Roshi, my stick in the stash Tippin' off the phone, selling that loud Them pounds was compressed, I was breaking them down I'm hugging my momma, I'm making her proud Act different with my children, I'm making them smile I'm killing these rappers, I'm raping they style I'm out doing them and they can't make a sound I give it my guidance, my time, and my wisdom Yeah, I brought you Hip-Hop, like I'm raising a child They like how I rock, got 'em raising a brow When I'm done with this shit, bitch I'm taking a bow Flow over y'all heads, I be making them drown I'm the greatest right now, bitch I'm taking the crown Rap God, FGE shit New album dropping May 20th Views From the General's Helmet