Middle Child [Remix] lyrics

Started makin' my name, I'm going insane
Cuz people only stick around for the fame
Forbidden fruit got me a crazy acclaim
Dangerous tales, man I craft and abstain
I dance with the flames, ever since African Chains
Was on a singer's story, man I'm taking the game
Destroy beats, and I'm the f*cking best, and to that I proclaim


Everyone who doubted, now say they proud
Take a couple shots while I'm running around
And I grumble aloud, make my hustlers proud
Rappers, what the f*ck you mumblin' about?
Oh man, I'm sick and tired
Ain't blown up yet but I spit some fire
I'm a lyrical miracle, when I'm spittin' these syllables
Man I reign at the pinnacle and this game is so winnable
But gotta slow down now, they ain't wanna hear that
Gotta talk about money, b*tches and some car tracks
Or, oh man I got a roll a joint
Put it in rotation 'cuz this sh*t ain't got a point
Smoke your life away, and then wishin' it would come back
Take the weed in, go out like a lumberjack
Comin' back, LL Cool J, so don't call it that
Ritzy on the track, I'm a terminator on attack

But, on god, I got it man, I swear it's gonna happen
World tours, influence, oh man it's sick like influenza
And I got-tah lotta passion for this sh*t to ever quit it
So don't wish it, man this dog is here to rule, so drop the b*tchin'
b*tch

Workin' with the melody, I'm draftin' all the symphonies
I'm rappin' so phenomenal, it's crashing up the industry
But all these f*ckers really care about is the gimmickry
I'm starting to forget, oh f*ck I need publicity

Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, nah f*ck that
I can write better lines about a 2nd grader's nutsack
Pedophilia! Nah, that's Michael Jack
I'm sorry for the disrespect, just a little minor tax

But what do I do? I don't really even know
I just kill beats like it's written in my horoscope
I just wonder what these losers get by hatin' me
But now they switchin' sides, acquaintin' with me, WHOA!

I don't really give a single f*ck
I just sit here, countin' all my bucks
Music spreadin' like it's Egyptian Musk
High and low like I'm a little monk
And ain't no f*ckin' ice on my wrist
But I be climbin' heights with no assist
I flow hard like I'm a growing cyst
Only fill a heart, my own, ain't hatchin' any chick
I recognize the feeling, I've been doubting me a little
I'm stuck in the middle, gotta get an acquittal
'Cuz my bars killed a lot, like a private hospital
Got the hammer and sickle, man I sound like a commie

But won't you call me when you need a beat killed
Or to roast these rappers like they're Chicken McGrills
I'm a lyrical hitman on a mythical mission
I'm a typical villain with a mystical vision
I got verses that could change the world, all scribbled and written
Searchin' for some love, but to spittin' I be smitten
And I'm not f*ckin' dependent on anybody
So come and get me homie if you can, but you won't
I've had enough, so f*ck bein' humble
I take out these rappers it's a royal rumble
All of you nod like y'all from toy town?
High five Billie, now y'all will see me in a crown!