Mid Con Lyrics

Yo

Had to get my bread up

It's 4th dimension

Them man get so fed up

And it's not to mention, bigup my brothers

So many rappers that can't rap, you could think you're at a convention

I know they ain't g

I know they ain't got the attention

Ride a couple whips, and they Benzes

Had to bring the girl and her friends

Told her bring your whole fucking friendlist

'Cause I fuck with all the attention

That shit highkey got her offended

Now I have to work the defenses

Take a couple pics, and I send 'em

All of my drips in denim

And I know youre tryna get there

Tryna hate, write me a letter

They hate 'cause I'm just better

Oh yuh, tryna hate, them man pick me apart

Boy, I know I'm a rockstar

I ain't tryna say "fuck on your bar"

Way too high, I'm crashing the car

You ain't never heard nun like it

Fhey inspired from what I be doing

Wait a fuckinf week and they bite it

All black like I'm a spider

Oh, you tryna get some smoke, tryna fight?

Everywhere I look it's just spite

Them man waist my motherfucking time

Yo

Had to get my bread up

It's 4th dimension

Them man get so fed up

And it's not to mention, bigup my brothers

So many rappers that can't rap, you could think you're at a convention

I know they ain't g

I know they ain't got what it takes to come up on the fucking scene

Number Nine denim in the fucking backseat of the wagon, you know what I mean?

And it's red, boy I sip blood

Tryna regain everything I bleed

Please don't talk to me

Put some drugs up in my body

They be like "8nfra, you doing too much"

Huh? What the fuck

Shut the fuck up boy, I'm making my buck

I'm working every day, soon as I get up

I'm in the wagon she giving me top

Scare a couple of the broads

We spray a couple of the frauds