Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings but I’m only going to get this one chance. Somethings wrong I can feel it. It’s just a feeling I’ve got like somethings about to happen but I don’t know what? If that means what I think it means we’re in trouble, big trouble and if he is bananas as you say he is I am not taking any chances!
I’m beginning to feel like a Midz God, Midz god
People smokin Midzotics see yo head nod, head nod
Now who thinks your lungs are big enough to hotbox, hot box
Don’t talk to me if you don’t even smoke pot.
But for me to trap like a hustler must be in my genes.
I gotta eighth of midz in my back pocket
Vape pen goes off when I half cock it
I gave you a hoodie and you better rock it
Armored van you never stop it
Gold Cannabus it’s always poppin
I got my license and my lawyers now you watch me run it back
their from Stanford Yale Berkeley and Vallejo got my back
See u midz Rappers so mad
Cuz midzotics more than a fad
But my only Custy is chad
And your only Custy is Brad
See this weed game kind of like shooting fish in a barrel
And since I’m Shotty all your Custy’s is the fish in my barrel
And tell ya the truth
I Never rapped a day in my life
Just give me the bandos in the booth
and watch me fuck your midz wife
See I’m the midz god
And ain’t nobody taking from you
I’d rather be a thousandaire me
Than a millionaire you!