text: Middle Man Lyrics
  Just put my shank through the pack, I cant lie, it stinks
  Middle finger to the middle man, I cant lie, I had to minus him
  All I know is ninety on the M, countless reloads and Lyca sims
  How can I count my losses when I like to win?
  See me fly out the ride, two hands on my waist, just know Im about to twin
  Them man trap and put it on Snap, I was in the TB, seein BB pins
  Do road with digis, blades, bags, clings, all kinds of things
  Dinger filled with autos, dotties, spins, all kinds of things
  I can tell you bout nights in the T
  Two packs with me, Suge Knight aint in the passenger seat 
  I pick up the scales and balance the green
  Spent half Ps on cabs, man cant tell me bout street 
  What you know bout bagging up? Aint had nothin to eat
  Ive been sittin in this spot so long, I cant even feel my feet 
  Been doin up mileage, this week, ran through three 
  Money and beef, I dont wanna talk it out like Santan D 
  When you bust that vacuum pack, all kind of stink
  Had to cut the middle man cause he like to drink
  Been on the roads from long and thats way before Lyca sims 
  Me and K doin ninety on the M, addin up fives, tens and pinks 
  Same way you cross that road, when you cross mans path, better stop and think
  Two hands on a hefty ting, unbalance him
  I will never count my losses cause I like to win
  All I know is bags, boxes, girls and a roll of cling 
  Just put my shank through the pack, I cant lie, it stinks
  Middle finger to the middle man, I cant lie, I had to minus him
  All I know is ninety on the M, countless reloads and Lyca sims
  How can I count my losses when I like to win?
  See me fly out the ride, two hands on my waist, just know Im about to twin
  Them man trap and put it on Snap, I was in the TB, seein BB pins
  Do road with digis, blades, bags, clings, all kinds of things
  Dinger filled with autos, dotties, spins, all kinds of things
  I was dealing with fiends on Christmas Day, come like The Grinch
  I gotta wipe down digis, cant have residue and fingerprints
  From kway back, been in the T, forget about King 
  All I do is drillin and trappin, I dont really care about anything
  Gotta deal with opps, theyll take a mile if you llow them a inch
  No face, no case when gang just wind down the tints
  Thats another excellent finish, do it like Mandžukić 
  Forget about Banglez, when I rise that steel, I wont miss 
  I treat the trap phone with care cah it kicks
  Divide this pack into sections and I get it gone swift
  Three for twenty, pay 40 for six
  First phone call in the A.M, I just go there, collect one fifth
  Bro bro doin up kitchen ish, has blenders and kitchen sinks
  M-way doin up wrist on wrist, gotta avoid these guinea pigs
  Cant do induction again, Lord knows Im pissed
  No more bad Bs comin to the niz, instead they gotta come through with the ting
  Just put my shank through the pack, I cant lie, it stinks
  Middle finger to the middle man, I cant lie, I had to minus him
  All I know is ninety on the M, countless reloads and Lyca sims
  How can I count my losses when I like to win?
  See me fly out the ride, two hands on my waist, just know Im about to twin
  Them man trap and put it on Snap, I was in the TB, seein BB pins
  Do road with digis, blades, bags, clings, all kinds of things
  Dinger filled with autos, dotties, spins, all kinds of thingsEmbed