Middle Ground by LUST (rapper) Lyrics

Quote from the song “Middle Ground” by LUST (rapper)

You could hit me up on my cellular, I ain't home
Wondering where the fuck these fake ass niggas coming from
I ain't got no time for a bitch can't hold her own
She gon' hit my line like I'm a clown, like I'm a joke
For my bro, I'ma kick a door
How much you wanna bet he keep his packs up in the stove?
Passing notes, while I was off of four
I'ma let him lie, let 'em think that I am slow

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Middle Ground”

• Produced: Laptopboyboy
• Written: LUST (rapper)
• Release Date: September 1, 2019

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Middle Ground” Released in 2019

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[Chorus]

You could hit me up on my cellular, I ain't home
Wondering where the fuck these fake ass niggas coming from
I ain't got no time for a bitch can't hold her own
She gon' hit my line like I'm a clown, like I'm a joke
For my bro, I'ma kick a door
How much you wanna bet he keep his packs up in the stove?
Passing notes, while I was off of four
I'ma let him lie, let 'em think that I am slow

[Verse 1]

Mama, I know that I always had it out for you
Tryna get to a higher place where I have shit to offer you
I used to be so high and I know damn well that shit bothered you
Sober living now, and give a damn 'bout what my papa do
Like what that chopper do?
Clinging on to dear life, prolly put you in the hospital
Business minded nigga, gotta make sure that it's profitable
I ain't capping when I say my life has been abominable
Like the snowman
You's a ho, man
In like two or three days, I popped the whole gram
I know 'Tussin had me dreaming 'bout my old man
I was bussin' off them pills, my mom was so sad

[Chorus]

You could hit me up on my cellular, I ain't home
Wondering where the fuck these fake ass niggas coming from
I ain't got no time for a bitch can't hold her own
She gon' hit my line like I'm a clown, like I'm a joke
For my bro, I'ma kick a door
How much you wanna bet he keep his packs up in the stove?
Passing notes, while I was off of four
I'ma let him lie, let 'em think that I am slow

[Verse 2]

Winnetka where I’m living at, nigga
Truly blessed I know that that's a fact, nigga
Falling over 'cause her ass was smacked
Couldn't help myself from cracking, man, her ass was fat
Matter fact, took your loss, you can’t give it back
You's a rat, you was snitching, I was down bad
In the kitchen freestyling, we ain't sound bad
On the Molly, hidden message, we done found that
Get your rounds back
Get your rounds back
Look me in my eyes, baby, can you bounce that?
In my room with some money, we ain't count that
We ain't count
No, we ain't count that

[Chorus]

You could hit me up on my cellular, I ain't home
Wondering where the fuck these fake ass niggas coming from
I ain't got no time for a bitch can't hold her own
She gon' hit my line like I'm a clown, like I'm a joke
For my bro, I'ma kick a door
How much you wanna bet he keep his packs up in the stove?
Passing notes, while I was off of four
I'ma let him lie, let 'em think that I am slow