Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Midwest Blues , by - Stalley. Release date: 27.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Midwest Blues |
| Correct |
| It’s a four alarm blaze |
| M70 jacket with the black cat J’s |
| Playing the bag puffin' the black and cafes |
| I’m back on my passed days |
| Soakin' up the jazz, sing |
| Blue notes, two totes, then I pass the J |
| Sip Yak for my niggas that done passed away |
| Middle America tryna tell but cash clay, they said I couldn’t make it |
| Middle finger what they say |
| Loud mouth, closed ears |
| Don’t hear them anyway |
| I talk the Midwest blues on top of center stage |
| Ain’t no hope for a nigga that staying true these days |
| But they respect it when you roll up letting Uzis spray |
| My Uzi way of tongue |
| All black tiger stripes, reppin' where I’m from |
| BCG medallion still shining in the sun |
| So who gon' take me outta mind? |
| Not a coward here |
| Stay successful, nigga, that’s how I counter fear |
| Never cried over spilt milk, try and count a tear |
| HaHa nigga, dry eyes niggas |
| So you can keep hatin' until you crawl up and die, niggas |
| It’s my time, toast fine wine over steaks prime |
| The best lyrics is out, they ain’t even reach my prime |
| I’m just pacing it out like Paul George |
| Come to collect everything, oh |
| Plus more |
| And if you decide to jump in the way |
| I’ll take yours |
| Money-blockers, cock-blockers, nothing I hate more |
| Keep loyal guys around, never date a whore, that’s what I |
| Was brought upon by wise OGs |
| Getting not take the charge |
| Never snitch on codees |
| Chevy’s ain’t cold unless they sittin' on these |
| The only time I’ve been this |
| Is when I pray on the knees |
| So foldin' ain’t an option |
| Always got my work off |
| Holdin' ain’t an option, coulda went to school, got a doctrine |
| Instead I got in the booth cause crack got it rockin' |
| I’m just a natural hustler, that’s how I got here, I put my soul on |
| Ice until i’m not here |
| Victorian cribs with the rockin' chair |
| Spaceship in the drive-way, a modern day rocketeer |
| And no man who built an Empire from collect cars |
| To collect cars with thin tires |
| Or acres of land, got it all my own |
| No deals, no shaking’s of hands, just a lot persistence and excellent plans |
| No rewards if I ain’t work for it, and it ain’t worth anything if |
| You ain’t hurt for it, Now it’s sweet victory |
| Check the scoreboard |
| Highscore |
| And i’ve been doing this for years, i’ve never switched up |
| I’m only switching gears |
| Spectacular hits cause i’m something different here |
| Rocket man takes off |
| One, one, one… |