Midwest Warlord (feat. Stix)

I walk in, "Hey baby!" Like I'm Corey in the house I might go and get hazy, let me blow another pound Played a show and then they paid me Then I spent it on my spouse They were roaming out to slay me when I burnt another town down Foaming like some rabies when I worked another round In the Four is when the pay me putting dirt inside a mound It was boring what they played me, so I made another sound It's a story that I'm making, I might break a little ground Got my hounds, gather round Now pursue, come back in town I know I never wore a frown When I was blowing thunder loud Reverse it, swerve it, track them down Immerse, converge without a sound Observe the worst out of this jerk He won't converse when I'm around I came back to my city, Substacks went and rated me Back to my city and the rest said they hated me Back to my city, played a show I made them pay to see Cause when I made that tape, they run away They got afraid of me You better not pray for me, go pray for Webster X He made up a fantasy where he's a better ex Sad example turned to sample when I switch that S Put your pointer finger down, you're an embarrassment In the trial, said your judgment was in error then I pushed the dial, so let's go with an experiment Throw these idols all the way off of the parapet I'll wear a smile like the diamond that it's rarer than Digi camo on my body, I do not want to be seen River's shallow when we cross it, not a body on the scene Woke my Lexus from its sleep, took a right out on Vliet It's not a flex, it's what I've been, and I put that all on- Shaking tailbone, it's some dice on that backside This the late show, looking nice in the right light I became known for surviving their eyesight Lake's a spray zone, better slide out the sight line Wrap that shirt around my face Couple towers on the tee Tap the corners down in place Now they really know it's me Hard body what I pilot I can barely even see Hard left and keep it silent Then I move like- I walk in, "Hey baby!" Like I'm Corey in the house I might go and get hazy, let me blow another pound Played a show and then they paid me Then I spent it on my spouse They were roaming out to slay me when I burnt another town down Foaming like some rabies when I worked another round In the Four is when the pay me putting dirt inside a mound It was boring what they played me, so I made another sound It's a story that I'm making, I might break a little ground