4 (W)eakness
| Title | 4 (W)eakness |
|---|---|
| Artist | Midnite the Poltergeist |
| Album | FEEWAGDA (Fuck Everyone & Everything We’re All Gonna Die Anyways) |
| Release Date | 2016-11-17 |
| Description | Weakness is the 4th track off of Midnite’s EP titled “Fuck Everyone & Everything We’re All Gonna Die Anyways” released November 17th, 2016. |
| Lyrics | [Intro: Midnite the Poltergeist] Yall know I had to get my brother Gabriel to put the most fire verse on this project. Nigga been bodying beats for like 2 years while niggas blowing up overnight with the weakest bars. If I chill out with all this sky is falling shit and start putting out new music yall new niggas better stay the fuck out my face with that weak shit! [Verse 1: Midnite the Poltergeist] Man I’m a dirty ditch digger, you cotton picking niggas Should’ve jumped off the boat way before the ship hit the Motherfucking berg and the place started sinking Cause Cold-Nite is preying on the weakness And I put that on everything, down to my last bowl of keef nigga Heating up the beef nigga, leave them in the streets with the Hungry lil’ savages who want to fucking eat nigga You a fucking feast nigga Candy ass, pansy ass Say you run the game but if you sprint you’d pull your hammy ass Fucking weak niggas! Kicking in your teeth nigga That would be a better way to spit the words you speak since the Only thing you say is catchy lyrics on a beat Man I’m tired of these veterans my little brother better than (Thug, Chainz…) Fucking weak niggas, I’m just here to reap nigga Reap the sown, reap the souls of pussies I defeat when the Homie breaks through with finally telling me to beast on Any bitch rapper tryna hide behind a beat Tryna hide behind a feat or simple lines that they repeat Fuck a hook! I’m the type to cast my lines into the deep And let them blow like a grenade or they was slobbing on my meat They want my tip like they was waiting on me, tell me that they waiting on me Should I get them hating on me? Maybe but I’m patient homie Let my brother speak cause he’s a savage with them statements homie So what you saying homie? Roady? Broski? [Bridge: Midnite the Poltergeist] My brother Gabriel Ybarra's verse ain't finished yet. Its already November and I was supposed to have FEEWAGDA by 9/11 (I been working though) [Verse 2: Midnite the Poltergeist] Man I told you I’m a dirty ditch digger, you cotton picking niggas Should’ve left the fucking building way before the shit hit the Mother fucking fan and the place started stinking Cause Grimey-Nite is preying on the weakness, peep this I don’t wanna hear nobody ask me for a feature Unless it is my brother or an up and coming diva Better spit that Cole or that Nas with that Ether Cause best believe I’d eat you, decease you, I’ll lease you But shit I’m anti-social so I ain't the one to speak to Provoked passive, often overreactive, niggas know my mentality lost like that fucking “K” And I did that just for play, but let me get back to this game Man I swear its all the same, another day, another lame With that weak shit he be saying “Aye that beat though man it bang!” Man I swear yall all insane But if its only me then I’m the one with fried brains, least I’m raw with my aim Spit that chopper shoot and rain on anybody you could name Who isn’t spitting lucid flame, shit I don’t need a stupid chain And I don’t need a suit and case cause I was born to be a boss So if you bitches blocking riches I’m gon’ get it, any cost All you niggas silky soft, yet I’m the one they sleeping on And I can do this in my sleep and yet to them the beats is going Fuck it then they weak oponents and I ain't competing for it But a lot of rappers out seem to make the weakest noise I’m gon’ get your speakers blowing, I’m gon’ get your demons flowing All my niggas riding dirty making movements every motion Yall can run the game I’m coasting shit I ain't the one for boasting Alpha minded bet I’m focused, I’m a wordsmith, fuck is showbiz? I’m gon’ make it any moment cause the shit that’s out is trash but bet I can get the grossest I do it for the culture, yall do it for the grosses I guess money is the motive But if I catch you mother fuckers on the corner then its over, aghYou might also like |