The Middle Finger Song

(专辑： 777: The Resurrection - 2020)

Don't let it fool you, boo boo, this shit is a scam
The revolution will not be on Instagram
You fighting for rights and you fighting for life
You ain't on the front line with a hot pipe
Nigga, fuck you

Fuck you nigga
Yo Streetrunner, let's start it from the top
Let's do this shit for real, yo, let's go

Some of y'all know who I am
Some of y'all won't care
Some of y'all will respond to this
Some of y'all won't dare
If you hear your name in the song
Something I won't share
And I'm hoping you hearing it so clear
Nigga, fuck you
And to them industry niggas that blackballed me
Mad because I'm real and don't happen to rap corny
When come to spitting I'm in a whole different category
I got two words for your ass shorty
Fuck you
And to whoever concoct the Corona Virus
Or who that be the reason we had a moment of silence
It's bad enough we was killing one another with violence
You think that we needed another challenge?
Nigga, fuck you
And to that half-white negro they call E-bro
I used to have respect for you, now I got less than zero
Niggas get in positions and get enslaved by their ego
And gotta sit with [?], he know
Nigga, fuck you
And to that sucker that left my mother to suffer
You call yourself a father you fraudulent motherfucker?
I even resent the fact that we resemble one another
Despite the fact that I still love ya
Nigga, fuck you
And to them doctors that put me on medication
'Cause I was letting my hammer pop with no hesitation
Not only was it love, I was snubbed of an education
Look what I've become with some dedication
Nigga, fuck you
And to the kids that shot up the car I was riding in
Now I know your handle, you lucky they ain't provide it then
If I wasn't rapping, I promise I'm doing five to ten
Still got this bullet inside my skin
Nigga, fuck you

Don't let it fool you, boo boo, this shit is a scam
The revolution will not be on Instagram
You fighting for rights and you fighting for life
You ain't on the front line with a hot pipe
Nigga, fuck you

Hold up, hold up
What y'all clapping for I'm not finished
I ain't done
I'm not finished man
Bring that beat back
Bring that shit back, man

And Julie Greenwald, you can get these balls
Got my foot on the gas, not planning to ease off
Culture vulture thought I would crash without no recall
Look who got the last laugh, hee, haw
Bitch, fuck you
Somebody overheard Peter Rosenberg talking shit
Throwing dirt on my name, not knowing I would grow from this
You ain't even a guest in hip-hop, you like a chauffeur, bitch
The ultimate prick, choke on a dick
Nigga, fuck you
And Patrick Ewing for missing a damn layup
I put some paper against the Pacers and had to pay up
You went in with some more punk shit, who woulda thunk it?
You set up for something, you supposed to dunk it
Nigga, fuck you

Don't let it fool you, boo boo, this shit is a scam
The revolution will not be on Instagram
You fighting for rights and you fighting for life
You ain't on the front line with a hot pipe
Nigga, fuck you

Fuck you, man
Word up, Streetrunner
You ain't banging it out with the blue and whites
Nigga, fuck you
For all you suckers
Fuck you, man
Nah, I'm just playing
Fuck you and a fuck her too
Fuck you and a fuck him too
Haha, yo Runner what's up?
We running this shit, Sai get it
Streetrunner
Fuck all these niggas
Fuck these producers
Fuck these whack ass rap niggas
Fuck these fake ass bloggers
Whatever you call it, podcasts
Fuck all you