MidKnyte - Underground
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{Verse 1}
Sons of bitches
One hundred stitches
Guns, Malicious
Fun, ambitious
Tons of riches
Tunnel vision
All i can see is reality
Unlike a fake figmented fallacy
For the future is frowned upon
Is sad to me
It’s sad to see
The possibility of you and me crossin’ paths
Is not the same number, digital
I am the only individual under their own principal
Invisible, invincible, un-consensual touchin’ your ears
With this music can be totally confidential and sensual to hear
By the looks i am crook stealin’ ya attention
By the books, i’m a cook, killin’ the chicken for thanksgivin’ in the kitchen
Watchin’ bitches bitchin’, washin’ dishes will this shit is dishin’ and dissin’ in out
Been in a minute, listen ‘till ya frown turns upside down, and you smile with glee
And you’re happy, you will see with this is all about
All the clout
Is a drug and i guess ima addict, yes, it’s true
I’m addicted to you
Becomin’ anew
Startin’ datin’ and summonin’ a few
They said “MidKnyte, if you didn’t get a hunnid, what would you do”
{Interlude}
(“uhm, i don’t know, i think, you know, money ain’t allat and i just-”)
(*Gunshots*)
{Verse 2}
Lately
Y’all girl wanna fuck, suck and lick me up and
Taste me
Got reasons for these demons to see ‘em
Gotta deceive ‘em and beat ‘em
Someone save me
Might call me kid but i gotta big dick
Talkin’ about ya bid but you never did shit
Talkin’ shit, and i might pull out with the Krig-6
The pigment on your skin is a figment of your life
That’s why i make mine red instead of white with a knife
Find me in your sight
Oh right
It’s night time
And your mind’s like i can’t seem to lie right
So you lie and tell me you see me like a nightlight
Ay yea
I am him
Maybe, baby, i’m lazy and i self loathe
Ya need fate’s key to date me
My health dove into the road with a ro-ver
Tryna go and get some clo-sure
Out of ammo
Shi-
Have to turn into rambo
Can’t gamble, i don’t even own a lambo
I get venmo if you don’t wanna date me
But if else, i’ma keep my hoes straight in place
Smack, smack, smack, to the face
After she yaps yaps in faster pace
She call me master babe
Call me a detective, ‘cause in a section
I just cracked the case
I missed the old me
In a few years they gonna act like a OG
Sippin’ triple x, and when i die they gonna act like they know me
But they just a bunch of phonies
Don’t come around and call me ya ‘homie’
Oh blow me
Remember the shit you told me?
When i was down and out of energy
The inner me kept goin’ after these hoes all tried to own me
Oh woe me
Why listen to my problems?
I’m like a bipolar snail
Slow and sluggish
Like the rounds in my shells
This ain’t build-a-bitch
But this might me hoe mart
Don’t start
Bitches did me dirty, gave me a cold heart
Now i’m back on my grind, all the time
Feelin’ like fuckin’ mozart
To stay in my brain, i would rather live at a Ozark
Strike fast
My bad
Time that
Lightnin’ and i wonder
What’s next
Or it’s the thunder sound
Yea
I come from the fuckin’ underground
There ain’t no stoppin’ now
You’ll hear me stompin’ down
Every hoe you fumble
I met on bumble
B you better be humble
Oh you wanna tumble it out?
I’ll gladly show you how
I come from the
(what?)
I come from the
I come from the
I come from the fuckin’ underground
(underground)
(underground)
{Outro: Devyn}
(Yo, what a long song for a no-melody song, i don’t even got venmo, i got cashapp
Ayy, fame met me, and they let me check
For my paycheck
Grab a check, gotta cash that right into cashapp!
Ayy that go hard i don’t even know why but tha-)
{Verse 1}
Sons of bitches
One hundred stitches
Guns, Malicious
Fun, ambitious
Tons of riches
Tunnel vision
All i can see is reality
Unlike a fake figmented fallacy
For the future is frowned upon
Is sad to me
It’s sad to see
The possibility of you and me crossin’ paths
Is not the same number, digital
I am the only individual under their own principal
Invisible, invincible, un-consensual touchin’ your ears
With this music can be totally confidential and sensual to hear
By the looks i am crook stealin’ ya attention
By the books, i’m a cook, killin’ the chicken for thanksgivin’ in the kitchen
Watchin’ bitches bitchin’, washin’ dishes will this shit is dishin’ and dissin’ in out
Been in a minute, listen ‘till ya frown turns upside down, and you smile with glee
And you’re happy, you will see with this is all about
All the clout
Is a drug and i guess ima addict, yes, it’s true
I’m addicted to you
Becomin’ anew
Startin’ datin’ and summonin’ a few
They said “MidKnyte, if you didn’t get a hunnid, what would you do”
{Interlude}
(“uhm, i don’t know, i think, you know, money ain’t allat and i just-”)
(*Gunshots*)
{Verse 2}
Lately
Y’all girl wanna fuck, suck and lick me up and
Taste me
Got reasons for these demons to see ‘em
Gotta deceive ‘em and beat ‘em
Someone save me
Might call me kid but i gotta big dick
Talkin’ about ya bid but you never did shit
Talkin’ shit, and i might pull out with the Krig-6
The pigment on your skin is a figment of your life
That’s why i make mine red instead of white with a knife
Find me in your sight
Oh right
It’s night time
And your mind’s like i can’t seem to lie right
So you lie and tell me you see me like a nightlight
Ay yea
I am him
Maybe, baby, i’m lazy and i self loathe
Ya need fate’s key to date me
My health dove into the road with a ro-ver
Tryna go and get some clo-sure
Out of ammo
Shi-
Have to turn into rambo
Can’t gamble, i don’t even own a lambo
I get venmo if you don’t wanna date me
But if else, i’ma keep my hoes straight in place
Smack, smack, smack, to the face
After she yaps yaps in faster pace
She call me master babe
Call me a detective, ‘cause in a section
I just cracked the case
I missed the old me
In a few years they gonna act like a OG
Sippin’ triple x, and when i die they gonna act like they know me
But they just a bunch of phonies
Don’t come around and call me ya ‘homie’
Oh blow me
Remember the shit you told me?
When i was down and out of energy
The inner me kept goin’ after these hoes all tried to own me
Oh woe me
Why listen to my problems?
I’m like a bipolar snail
Slow and sluggish
Like the rounds in my shells
This ain’t build-a-bitch
But this might me hoe mart
Don’t start
Bitches did me dirty, gave me a cold heart
Now i’m back on my grind, all the time
Feelin’ like fuckin’ mozart
To stay in my brain, i would rather live at a Ozark
Strike fast
My bad
Time that
Lightnin’ and i wonder
What’s next
Or it’s the thunder sound
Yea
I come from the fuckin’ underground
There ain’t no stoppin’ now
You’ll hear me stompin’ down
Every hoe you fumble
I met on bumble
B you better be humble
Oh you wanna tumble it out?
I’ll gladly show you how
I come from the
(what?)
I come from the
I come from the
I come from the fuckin’ underground
(underground)
(underground)
{Outro: Devyn}
(Yo, what a long song for a no-melody song, i don’t even got venmo, i got cashapp
Ayy, fame met me, and they let me check
For my paycheck
Grab a check, gotta cash that right into cashapp!
Ayy that go hard i don’t even know why but tha-)
