Part 1 – Middle Man
[Intro]
Ernie, you a fool for this one
[Bridge]
Nice than a motherf**er
Than a motherf**er
These days, n***as be polite than a motherf**er
Nice than a motherf**er
Smile in your face, I’m nice than a motherf**er
Soon as they thought I fell off, n***as’ true colors shine bright than a motherf**er
Bright than a motherf**er
They hate me ’til they meet me, then they hype than a motherf**er
Hype than a motherf**er
That’s cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah
That’s cool, we was never cool anyway
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Looking like we won the SuperBowl anyway
[Verse 1]
Eeh, eeh, f** what you saying to me?
You was just on my dick just 5 yesterdays
Backstabber on your resumé
Yee, yee, capping and you ain’t even got your rent paid
I red the text, what that sh** say?
[Hook/Chorus]
I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it, get it straight from the source, f** the middle man
Huh, oh, you hating? Don’t be mad, don’t be salty, don’t be bitter, man
I learned it, get it straight from the source, f** the middle man
Don’t got a middle man, middle man
[Bridge]
Nice than a motherf**er
Than a motherf**er
These days, n***as be polite than a motherf**er
Nice than a motherf**er
Smile in your face, I’m nice than a motherf**er
Soon as they thought I fell off, n***as’ true colors shine bright than a motherf**er
Bright than a motherf**er
They hate me ’til they meet me, then they hype than a motherf**er
Hype than a motherf**er
That’s cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah
That’s cool, we was never cool anyway
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Looking like we won the SuperBowl anyway
[Verse 2]
Huh, look, DJ’s say they support but they still phoney
They don’t play my sh** ‘less I got Tip on it
They don’t play your sh** ‘less there’s a diss on it
Down to die for this sh**, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
n***as don’t even buy albums
But n***as still do anything for a deal, homie
Act like this sh** don’t apply to you, huh
Been in their game, look at how they do, huh
Why do yes mans start off ever sentence
With, “Dog, I wouldn’t lie to you”?
Swag is so malleable, covered in valuables
Now I’m accomplished, start what I set out to do
When we off the colors, not insurmountable
Bankroll unaccountable, down at the phantom blue
b**hes drinking Rosé like it’s Mountain Dew
Guess what she’s down to do, roll up a pound or two
Bruh, she already jigging, ain’t no turning back
I can no longer be held accountable
Why you make all that n***a music?
All you play is that n***a music
Call it what you want
But it ain’t an anthem to the strippers moving
(But it ain’t an anthem to the strippers moving)
[Hook/Chorus]
I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it, get it straight from the source, f** the middle man
Huh, oh, you hating? Don’t be mad, don’t be salty, don’t be bitter, man
I learned it, get it straight from the source, f** the middle man
Don’t got a middle man, middle man
Part 2 – Mr. Mister
[Intro]
I just put in work, she call me Mister
Yeah, hey Mister
[Verse 1]
Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen
Mr. Clean, what’s the addy? Mr. I-Keep-Your-b**h-Happy
Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister cool, damn that Ice Cube
Mr. Cow, Mr. Chow, Mr. Come-And-Get-Your-Food
Mr. Bruce Leeroy when they come through
Mr. Rude, Mr. Cutting School, finna bust a move
Mr. T, Mr. Act-A-Fool, Mr. Break-The-Rules
Mr. Told-You-I’d-Be-There-At-12-And-Ain’t-Get-There-‘Til-2
Mr. Thought-I-Was-Gon’-Take-Her-Home-But-Left-Her-In-The-Room
Mr. Screws, Mr. Take-It-Off-Now-b**h-Get-In-The-Pool
Mr. Already-Made-It, you can’t come around
Mr. Quiet, shh, b**h, don’t make a sound, yeah
[Hook/Chorus]
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the ground, call it Twista
I’m so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I’m straight up, she a margarita mixer
Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain’t never miss her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands
[Verse 2]
Mr. Long, Mr. Get-Her-Wrong, Mr. Sing-A-Song
Hear the bong, Mr. Chichi Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone
Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collarbone
Heat it on, Mr., Mr. Got-It-Going-On
Master dome, black Power Ranger, I do not belong
Mr. Outside-Of-The-Norm, hieroglyphic uniform
Mr. Count-The-Rope, Mr. Fried-Rice-With-The-Prawns
Mr. I-Mastered-The-Style, I’m just working on my form
Mr. Solo Dolo, no, this ain’t no ride along
Mr. Me-And-Basic-People-Somehow-Just-Don’t-Get-Along
I just brought a couple negros with me, please don’t be alarmed
Mr. I-Guess-I-Overslept-And-Slept-Through-My-Alarm
Mr. Rush, be rich, hit me up, I’m just waking up
In the clutch, come through with the clutch, try me, you can touch
Never blink, never lose no sleep, n***as huff and puff
Claim they running up, who the f**? And we see such and such
I’m not you, I done paid my dues, I do this sh** daily
Mr., Mr. Lituation, Mr. f**-You-Pay-Me
Mr. I-Might-Be-Here-Now, now I’m out in Vegas
Mr. If-You-Ain’t-With-The-Movement-Ain’t-No-Conversation, preacher
[Hook/Chorus]
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the ground, call it Twista
I’m so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I’m straight up, she a margarita mixer
Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain’t never miss her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister, Bobby Bands