Middle Child

Shots for the stars
Aim on the charts
Blood on the lips let me spit from the heart
Let me drip just a bit like a baby who's a Gunner
Shooting everybody who believing they a stunner
Tazing all the rappers who been actors under cover
Go and tell your mother that LaLion brought a rubber
And I gotta let her wonder, sit and about it all summer
Did I fuck her for the love

Or was it only for the gutter
Of coarse
Topping it off, I'm copping a Porche
Copper calling the comment the kid a comet with force
Get awards
Papa Bugatti mama no quartz
And I be all on my commy, what I be getting is yours
Let the brain start to snap let the pain fucking rush in
Words inside of my head have been busting out like concussion
And she blushing
Never make up nothing
Everything I do
Solitude
Like a prison

You could never get me talking snitching about something
I've had in my blood like anger for the judgment
This is anger management
I been Adam Sandler on cannabis
I brought candle sticks for your rapper kids
The youth been confused they love half
The other half they like what the fuck is
Unlike LaLion every tracks a hit
You gonna think to it
You gonna bounce to it

Like this is the vibe
Bitch you been talking you said this the life
All of your lyrics you ready to die
Boy pick a side
Boy pick a side
Sorrow and sadness or smiles and lies
All of y'all Instagram thots think about likes
All that I wanted to do was reach heights
To platform the suicide rates I despise

I think I just stopped giving a fuck
All they favorite rappers ain't been real
Someone tell me what the fuck to do
Industry they planting all they deals