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lirik lagu middle child [remix] – ritzy

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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 p-ssion 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 n-ts-ck
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 k!ll 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 -ssist
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 k!lled 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 k!lled
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!

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