Midwest Life

clear the air im ego tripping, ride around machete gripping, finger to law im bird flipping, on the block now im rock chipping, bustn serves them fiends twitching, Plug price i aint snitching i blew round and now u limping feds hit they fingerprinting, kicking doors and now they cringing Fire rounds leave toe tag shake and bake get a money bag rolling dirty like a dish rag Pound of work in my trucks cab it aint nothing to kill a rat red and blue and im gone fast coutry boys in your forcast its the mfing midwest grab ya hammers and ya flak vest put holes in your boys chest Keep riding on I seventy steady commited felonies If I die before I wake I hope the Lord my soul take staying too up too many days staring a pyrex haze im paranoid Im tweakn pockets so full my money peakn up 3 days on a paper chase new friends I dont trustem I get it quick dont press my button touch my bag and now you nubbin hitting licks flipping onion Cooking up the last dozen talk dumb end of discussion bass knock with percussion talk lip i give u a concussion hutle hard no repercussion if play smart you live long if live fast you die young there is no retirement thats why i move the quietest move quickly through my environment but my end could be violent so ill shoot the whole place is silent