Midwest Warlord ft. Stix Lyrics

I walk in, "Hey baby!"

Like I'm Corey in the house

I might go and get hazy, let me blow another pound

Played a show and then they paid me

Then I spent it on my spouse

They were roaming out to slay me when I burnt another town down

Foaming like some rabies when I worked another round

In the Four is when the pay me putting dirt inside a mound

It was boring what they played me, so I made another sound

It's a story that I'm making, I might break a little ground

Got my hounds, gather round

Now pursue, come back in town

I know I never wore a frown

When I was blowing thunder loud

Reverse it, swerve it, track them down

Immerse, converge without a sound

Observe the worst out of this jerk

He won't converse when I'm around

I came back to my city, Substacks went and rated me

Back to my city and the rest said they hated me

Back to my city, played a show I made them pay to see

Cause when I made that tape, they run away

They got afraid of me

You better not pray for me, go pray for Webster X

He made up a fantasy where he's a better ex

Sad example turned to sample when I switch that S

Put your pointer finger down, you're an embarrassment

In the trial, said your judgment was in error then

I pushed the dial, so let's go with an experiment

Throw these idols all the way off of the parapet

I'll wear a smile like the diamond that it's rarer than

Digi camo on my body, I do not want to be seen

River's shallow when we cross it, not a body on the scene

Woke my Lexus from its sleep, took a right out on Vliet

It's not a flex, it's what I've been, and I put that all on-

Shaking tailbone, it's some dice on that backside

This the late show, looking nice in the right light

I became known for surviving their eyesight

Lake's a spray zone, better slide out the sight line

Wrap that shirt around my face

Couple towers on the tee

Tap the corners down in place

Now they really know it's me

Hard body what I pilot

I can barely even see

Hard left and keep it silent

Then I move like-

I walk in, "Hey baby!"

Like I'm Corey in the house

I might go and get hazy, let me blow another pound

Played a show and then they paid me

Then I spent it on my spouse

They were roaming out to slay me when I burnt another town down

Foaming like some rabies when I worked another round

In the Four is when the pay me putting dirt inside a mound

It was boring what they played me, so I made another sound

It's a story that I'm making, I might break a little ground