Middle child lyrics

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Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
By the age of thirteen, b*tch, I was young and wild
Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house
Got nowhere to stay, b*tch I'm runnin' in your f*ckin' house (b*tch)
With them 30's out (yeah), f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
Yeah, runnin' 'round the city, I swear I'm lurking out (lurking out)
Baby I'm high as sh*t, I'm off a percy now (percy now)
Huh, n*gga run up on me, I'ma blow him down
So much cash in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet
n*ggas hate, n*ggas b*tches, n*ggas b*tches, pocket watchin'
Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol, I'm talkin' 30's now (30's now)
Hey, 30's now, 30 bands, 30 now (hey)
pus*y n*gga always talkin', why the f*ck these n*ggas talkin'?
I don't know, pull up slow, sticks out the window, look what you started
Huh, yeah, catch a opp, better bounce out, wе gon' burn him down (burn him down)
Run him down, 30 rounds, sending rounds (buck, buck, buck)
Hold up, n*ggas don't want no smoke
Roll up dead n*ggas whеn I smoke
Babies, she put it all in her throat
She suck my di*k while I'm floatin' the Ghost
New bustdown, yeah, my wrist is on froze (ice)
These n*ggas is hoes, I keep me a pole
I swear these new b*tches be doing the most
Slimin' like I'm drippin' snot from my nose (slatt)
You know I came from the mud with this (mud)
They never showed me no love with this (yeah)
I had to jugg and finesse, was just standing on corner
Was selling them drugs and sh*t (drugs)
They used to be on some other sh*t (uh)
Now they see me coming up and sh*t (uh)
I tell them leeches to suck a di*k (uh)
Nowadays they see me dubbin' sh*t
Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
By the age of thirteen, b*tch, I was young and wild
Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house
Got nowhere to stay, b*tch I'm runnin' in your f*ckin' house (b*tch)
With them 30's out (yeah), f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
Yeah, runnin' 'round the city, I swear I'm lurking out (lurking out)
Baby I'm high as sh*t, I'm off a percy now (percy now)
Huh, n*gga run up on me, I'ma blow him down
So much cash in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet
n*ggas hate, n*ggas b*tches, n*ggas b*tches, pocket watchin'
Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol, I'm talkin' 30's now (30's now)
Hey, 30's now, 30 bands, 30 now (hey)