"Pocket Full Of Mid" lyrics
(feat. Dirt Reynolds)
These days, this rap music
All people wanna talk about anymore
Is how much dope they done sold
This, that and the third
Well, for what it's worth
This our little story and it's try
When it first started back in 1999
Called Bobby K and he fronted me to pine
Now we on the grind, ounces down to dimes
If we move a QP we partying tonight
Grab what you like, 200 for the ozer
If you real high, it ain't from what I sold ya
Not so much here, and not so much there
But right in the middle, buck it, put it in the air
I got my hand scales and my glad freezer bag
Shorted them two grams, cause I like to think that he a fag
If he get mad, I just whoop his ass
Yeah, I got a gat, but it won't come to that, yes sir
Read him simply mid-grade gang
Nah, I ain't no kingpin, still, I get paid, man
Every week the bricks came, but it wasn't cocaine
Slide the boy to his stacks, you can get the whole thing
I got a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
You won't believe the shit we did
With just a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
You won't believe the shit we did
With just a pocket full of mid
Coming real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion
Hustle mid-grade, hell, my weed pretty potent
Me and Trey floatin', my 78 Nissan
Yeah, this shit a smoke, but it's far from thee funk
I will work with you, hell, I'll even let a eighth go
3.5 for 35, give or take, though
Meet me at the Sitco, right there on Lumpkin
I ain't got no system, but my boombox pumpin'
UGK or somethin', maybe even Cool Breeze
Atlanta ain't no Marriott, and Athens ain't no school
These college motherfuckers do come up here with long loot
Ain't no way to count the daddy dollars we done gone through
Serving that vice presidential called it Al Gore
Certainly ain't no burdens but they shall soar
My big brother Fast D was all SEC
But all the mid-grade ballers they was hollering at me
I got a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
You won't believe the shit we did
With just a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
You won't believe the shit we did
With just a pocket full of mid
Ounces for 125, 40 for the quarter sack
Ace for the dub and the blunt is only half that
But selling wasn't no option
Cause shit I'm probably smoking what you copping
And keep a pot connect, I know a lot of folk who shopping
Can't forget the mid
That was the shit when 'dro wasn't popping
That what got it started
And flooded me and hit the hardest
Screaming dry, dry, holla at [?]
One blunt will make them bitches get crunk
And start slobbin'
Down here, the hard hit hard
And weed gorgeous
I keep me a Mexican or Colombian as sources
It's been times I coulda bought me two pair of Air Forces
But bought an ounce of mid
Though we dreamed we had choices
I got a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
You won't believe the shit we did
With just a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
You won't believe the shit we did
With just a pocket full of mid
All people wanna talk about anymore
Is how much dope they done sold
This, that and the third
Well, for what it's worth
This our little story and it's try
When it first started back in 1999
Called Bobby K and he fronted me to pine
Now we on the grind, ounces down to dimes
If we move a QP we partying tonight
Grab what you like, 200 for the ozer
If you real high, it ain't from what I sold ya
Not so much here, and not so much there
But right in the middle, buck it, put it in the air
I got my hand scales and my glad freezer bag
Shorted them two grams, cause I like to think that he a fag
If he get mad, I just whoop his ass
Yeah, I got a gat, but it won't come to that, yes sir
Read him simply mid-grade gang
Nah, I ain't no kingpin, still, I get paid, man
Every week the bricks came, but it wasn't cocaine
Slide the boy to his stacks, you can get the whole thing
I got a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
You won't believe the shit we did
With just a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
You won't believe the shit we did
With just a pocket full of mid
Coming real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion
Hustle mid-grade, hell, my weed pretty potent
Me and Trey floatin', my 78 Nissan
Yeah, this shit a smoke, but it's far from thee funk
I will work with you, hell, I'll even let a eighth go
3.5 for 35, give or take, though
Meet me at the Sitco, right there on Lumpkin
I ain't got no system, but my boombox pumpin'
UGK or somethin', maybe even Cool Breeze
Atlanta ain't no Marriott, and Athens ain't no school
These college motherfuckers do come up here with long loot
Ain't no way to count the daddy dollars we done gone through
Serving that vice presidential called it Al Gore
Certainly ain't no burdens but they shall soar
My big brother Fast D was all SEC
But all the mid-grade ballers they was hollering at me
I got a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
You won't believe the shit we did
With just a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
You won't believe the shit we did
With just a pocket full of mid
Ounces for 125, 40 for the quarter sack
Ace for the dub and the blunt is only half that
But selling wasn't no option
Cause shit I'm probably smoking what you copping
And keep a pot connect, I know a lot of folk who shopping
Can't forget the mid
That was the shit when 'dro wasn't popping
That what got it started
And flooded me and hit the hardest
Screaming dry, dry, holla at [?]
One blunt will make them bitches get crunk
And start slobbin'
Down here, the hard hit hard
And weed gorgeous
I keep me a Mexican or Colombian as sources
It's been times I coulda bought me two pair of Air Forces
But bought an ounce of mid
Though we dreamed we had choices
I got a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
You won't believe the shit we did
With just a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
I got a pocket full of mid
You won't believe the shit we did
With just a pocket full of mid
