MID - Swaggjackin'

{Verse 1: Mid R Kay}
Yeah, mad swag but I'm the gladdest
Every forty days paper chasin' I'm the fastest
Laughin' 'cross the finish line
I'm Shakespeare bastard
But don't try and play me muthafucka that be tragic
On tragedy pumpin' Illmatic 'cause I'm (?...) charismatic
But first I'm soundin' like the last of me
I'm heartless at (?...)
You wouldn't have it if I had it
With a dutch I'm the master don't pass over me just pass to me
You bitches all catastrophes, life is a puzzle
My flow is just a masterpiece you heard of me
If you didn't little brother learned of me (?...) eternally
Don't tell me where the virgins be
Where the fuckin' freak bitches
Swaggin' just leakin' peep my copyright infringements
I could freeze you in your footsteps
With a line or with a sentence
I make an entrance they entranced I'm deadass
Simplistic, ballistic sick shit I give this
I'm finished

{Hook: Mid R Kay}
I'm so muthafuckin' high
Might as well touch the sky right
Three R's, two bitches, one blunt where the lighter
Finna burn 'till I feel right
And I'm fuckin' swagged out
You fuckin' swaggajackin'
I'm fuckin' tired of it, get yo' own style homie
And I'm fuckin' swagged out
You fuckin' swaggajackin'
I'm fuckin' tired of it, get yo' own style homie

{Verse 2: JL}
Murder in the first
My place is never second
Third time's a charm
I'm foreplay with the women
You know I plead the fifth every time it comes to snitchin'
Leave a nigga blue but my squad they sixin'
Maybe go to heaven if ya lucky number seven
Life's a game of numbers
So just watch which one you pickin'
I do 'em dirty like Jada did Will
Fresh Prince swag so hate 'em they will
The money's always movin' I just can't stay still
My niggas hungry get fat like Phil
My steak's fat like Phil, uncle
Don't get clapped like a round of applause
Dirty nigga be around in the yards
And all my dawgs be surroundin' the yard
So how the fuck ya'll doin, bet I'm doin' better
You just stop countin' money when it grows forever
Keep a hoe for each outfit, got clothes forever
She brainstorm like she know the weather

{Hook: Mid R Kay}
I'm so muthafuckin' high
Might as well touch the sky right
Three R's, two bitches, one blunt where the lighter
Finna burn 'till I feel right
And I'm fuckin' swagged out
You fuckin' swaggajackin'
I'm fuckin' tired of it, get yo' own style homie
And I'm fuckin' swagged out
You fuckin' swaggajackin'
I'm fuckin' tired of it, get yo' own style homie