"MID" lyrics
That shit mid
Talking big with no accolades and no hits
I don't know you don't give a fuck what you did
That shit mid, run it back, would be better off if you quit
Brother, you not humble
Ain't no space for the bags you fumble
Don't got bars, but you bumble-bumble
These kids so special, don't miss the tumbling like
Watch how they bitch and grumble
Ain't got cheers when they're in the rumble
Talk Discord, but I know 'bout Mamba
Your main shit is my side hustle, uh
My views are a hate watch
You can't help yourself to a name drop
In the drop, you think it's the playoff
You're the opposite of reinassance
So your sons have got the same paint drop
Remix these with different lays laid on
But you might evolve from that place once
Ain't got friends no more you can take from
That shit mid
Talking big with no accolades and no hits
I don't know you don't give a fuck what you did
That shit mid, run it back, would be better off if you quit
I don't see the effort, all the screaming yet and shit you don't do
Talk 'bout being better, but your "being better" getting no views like
Different tiers measure, now they seeing letters, and they don't choose
You, scene ain't forgetting that you don't move, you got overloaded like a chrome do, ay
Now that you suck, take a fact and content with it
Giving advice when you have no prerogatives
Smiling so sick if you mean and irrelevant
Leave that between all your memes and you therapist
I done a loop, now you lost all your friends and ship
Treating your peers like they all be your nemesis
You ain't the centre of this to be negative
You just a ghost of the life that you've never lived
That shit-that shit-that shit mid
Talking big with no accolades and no hits
I don't know you don't give a fuck what you did
That shit mid, run it back, would be better off if you quit
Hah, yeah, hah, that shit mid
Haha, yeah, that shit mid
That shit-that shit-that shit
That shit, that shit, that shit, that shit, that shit mid
Talking big with no accolades and no hits
I don't know you don't give a fuck what you did
That shit mid, run it back, would be better off if you quit
Brother, you not humble
Ain't no space for the bags you fumble
Don't got bars, but you bumble-bumble
These kids so special, don't miss the tumbling like
Watch how they bitch and grumble
Ain't got cheers when they're in the rumble
Talk Discord, but I know 'bout Mamba
Your main shit is my side hustle, uh
My views are a hate watch
You can't help yourself to a name drop
In the drop, you think it's the playoff
You're the opposite of reinassance
So your sons have got the same paint drop
Remix these with different lays laid on
But you might evolve from that place once
Ain't got friends no more you can take from
That shit mid
Talking big with no accolades and no hits
I don't know you don't give a fuck what you did
That shit mid, run it back, would be better off if you quit
I don't see the effort, all the screaming yet and shit you don't do
Talk 'bout being better, but your "being better" getting no views like
Different tiers measure, now they seeing letters, and they don't choose
You, scene ain't forgetting that you don't move, you got overloaded like a chrome do, ay
Now that you suck, take a fact and content with it
Giving advice when you have no prerogatives
Smiling so sick if you mean and irrelevant
Leave that between all your memes and you therapist
I done a loop, now you lost all your friends and ship
Treating your peers like they all be your nemesis
You ain't the centre of this to be negative
You just a ghost of the life that you've never lived
That shit-that shit-that shit mid
Talking big with no accolades and no hits
I don't know you don't give a fuck what you did
That shit mid, run it back, would be better off if you quit
Hah, yeah, hah, that shit mid
Haha, yeah, that shit mid
That shit-that shit-that shit
That shit, that shit, that shit, that shit, that shit mid
