(Wheezy outta here)
𝘗𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘮𝘪𝘥
𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴
𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱
Y'all must've forgot how to rap
Y'all sound a**
You toddlers writtin' lyrics
I'm Sylvia Plath
If think you hot as me, you smoking crack
Yo album sound like hard horse sex
I'm chilling in the stu writing paragraphs
You pussies sittin' round while yo homie write on yo behalf
Imma genius compared to y'all, but that's not hard
When sound like you writing some nursery songs
Pushin' mid, I'm pushin' mid, pushin' mid, I'm pushin' mid (Y'all all mid)
Pushin' mid, I'm pushin' mid, pushin' mid, I'm pushin' mid
Pop a mid, I'm paranoid, stop bein' mid
My pockets hit, yo eyes far apart look like sid
Why y'all all hid?
I'm pushin' mid, I'm pushin' mid, pushin' mid, I'm pushin' mid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y'all lost need yo mamma cause y'all sound eight
Get better lyrics hoe, you mistake
You best wish better days (Too mid)
I hope you learn from your mistakes, oh wait
You stay a**, get on my level
Your lyrics harsh, sound like a bevel
I'm off that one, but I'm on that one
If these hoes know what's next better sing-a-long
I'm pushin' mid, I'm pushin' mid, I'm pushin' mid
Pushin' mid, I'm pushin' mid, mid
Pushin' mid, I'm pushin' mid, pushin' mid
I'm pushin' mid
(𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳)