Middle ManMr. Mister

Ernie, you a fool for this one
Nice than a motherfucker
Than a motherfucker
These days, niggas be polite
Than a motherfucker
Nice than a motherfucker
Smile in your face , Im nice
Than a motherfucker
Soon as they thought I fell off
Niggas true colors shine bright
Than a motherfucker
Bright than a motherfucker
They hate me til they meet me
Then they hype than a motherfucker
Hype than a motherfucker
Thats cool
We was never cool anyway, huh, yeah
Thats cool, we was never cool anyway
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Lookin like we won the SuperBowl anyway
Eeh, eeh, fuck what you sayin to me
You was just on my dick just 5 yesterdays
Backstabber on your resumé
Yee, yee, cappin
And you aint even got your rent paid
I red the text, what that shit say
I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it
Get it straight from the source
Fuck the middle man
Huh, oh, you hating
Dont be mad, dont be salty
Dont be bitter, man
I learned it
Get it straight from the source
Fuck the middle man
Dont got a middle man, middle man
Nice than a motherfucker
Than a motherfucker
These days, niggas be polite
Than a motherfucker
Nice than a motherfucker
Smile in your face, Im nice
Than a motherfucker
Soon as they thought I fell off
Niggas true colors shine bright
Than a motherfucker
Bright than a motherfucker
They hate me til they meet me
Then they hype thana motherfucker
Hype than a motherfucker
Thats cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah
Thats cool, we was never cool anyway
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Lookin like we won the SuperBowl anyway
Huh, look, DJs say they support
But they still phoney
They dont play my shit
Less I got Tip on it
They dont play your shit
Less theres a diss on it
Down to die for this shit
Bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas dont even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal, homie
Act like this shit dont 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 wouldnt lie to you'
Swag is so malleable, covered in valuables
Now Im accomplished
Start what I set out to do
When we off the colors, not insurmountable
Bankroll unaccountable
Down at the phantom blue
Bitches drinkin Rosé like its Mountain Dew
Guess what shes down to do
Roll up a pound or two
Bruh, she already jiggin
Aint no turnin back
I can no longer be held accountable
Why you make all that nigga music
All you play is that nigga music
Call it what you want
But it aint an anthem to the strippers moving
(But it aint an anthem to the strippers moving)
I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it
Get it straight from the source
Fuck the middle man
Huh, oh, youhating
Dont be mad
Dont be salty, dont be bitter, man
I learned it
Get it straight from the source
Fuck the middle man
Dont got a middle man, middle man

I just put in work, she call me Mister
Yeah, hey Mister
Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen
Mr. Clean, whats the addy
Mr. I-Keep-Your-Bitch-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-Id-Be-There-At-12-And-
Aint-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-Bitch-Get-In-The -Pool
Mr. Already-Made-It, you cant come around
Mr. Quiet, shh, bitch
Dont make a sound, yeah
I just put in work
She call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the ground, call it Twista
Im so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, Im straight up, she a margarita mixer
Mister, yeah , yeah, yeah, yeah
Im Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I aint never miss her
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands
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
Im just working on my form
Mr. Solo Dolo, no
This aint no ride along
Mr. Me-And-Basic-People-Somehow-
Just-Dont-Get-Along
I just brought a couple negros with me
Please dont be alarmed
Mr. I-Guess-I-Overslept-
And-Slept-Through-My-Alarm
Mr. Rush, be rich, hit me up
Im just waking up
In the clutch, come through
With the clutch, try me, you can touch
Never blink, never lose no sleep
Niggas huff and puff
Claim they running up, who the fuck
And we see such and such
Im not you, I done paid my dues
I do this shit daily
Mr., Mr. Lituation, Mr. Fuck-You-Pay-Me
Mr. I-Might-Be-Here-Now
Now Im out in Vegas
Mr. If-You-Aint-With-The-Movement-
Aint-No-Conversation, preacher
I just put in work
She call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the ground, call it Twista
Im so lazy
Tell my hoe to get the picture
Look , Im straight up
She a margarita mixer
Mister, yeah
Im Mister, yeah, yeah, hold up hold up
I aint never miss her
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister, Bobby Bands, hold up hold up woo