Middle Man / Mr. Mister lyrics

Part 1: Middle Man

[Intro]
30 you a fool for this one

[Bridge]
Nice than a motherf*cker
Than a motherf*cker
These days, n*ggas be polite than a motherf*cker
Nice than a motherf*cker
Smile in your face, I'm nice than a motherf*cker
Soon as they thought I fell off, n*ggas' true colors shine bright than a motherf*cker
Bright than a motherf*cker
They hate me 'til they meet me, then they hype than a motherf*cker
Hype than a motherf*cker
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
Lookin' like we won the Super Bowl anyway

[Verse 1]
Eeh, eeh, f*ck what you sayin' to me
You was just on my di*k just 5 yesterdays
Backstab on your resumé
Yee, yee, Kevin you ain't even got your rent paid
I read the text, what the sh*t say?
[Chorus]
I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it, get it straight from the source, f*ck 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*ck the middle man
Don't I deliver man -liver man

[Bridge]
Nice than a motherf*cker
Than a motherf*cker
These days, n*ggas be polite than a motherf*cker
Nice than a motherf*cker
Smile in your face, I'm nice than a motherf*cker
Soon as they thought I fell off, n*ggas' true colors shine bright than a motherf*cker
Bright than a motherf*cker
They hate me 'til they meet me, then they hype than a motherf*cker
Hype than a motherf*cker
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
Lookin' like we won the Super Bowl anyway

[Verse 2]
Huh, look, DJ's say they support, but they still phoney
They don't play my sh*t 'less I got Tip on it
They don't play your sh*t 'less it's a diss on it
Down to die for this sh*t, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
n*ggas don't even buy albums
But n*ggas still do anything for a deal, homie
Act like this sh*t don't apply to you, huh
Been in the 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
I done accomplished, start what I set out to do
Any obstacle is not insurmountable
Bankroll uncountable, down at the Fontainebleau
b*tches drinkin' Rosé like it's Mountain Dew
Guess what she down to do, roll up a pound or two
Bruh, she already jiggin', ain't no turnin' back
I can no longer be held accountable
Why you make all that n*gga music?
All you play is that n*gga music
Call it what you want
But it ain't an anthem 'til the strippers moving
(But it ain't an anthem 'til the strippers moving)
[Chorus]
I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it, get it straight from the source, f*ck 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*ck the middle man
Don't I deliver man -liver 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*tch-Happy
Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister cool, damn that Ice Cube
Mr. Cow, Mr. Chow, Mr. Come-And-Get-Your-Food
Mr. Bruce Leeroy with the Kung Fu
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*tch-Get-In-The-Pool
Mr. Already-Made-It, you can't come around
Mr. Quiet, shh, b*tch, don't make a sound, yeah
[Chorus]
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
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
Hit the bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone
Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collarbone
Heat it on, Mr., Mr. Got-It-Going-On
Mastodon, 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*ggas huff and puff
Claim they running up, who the f*ck? And we see such and such
I'm Ryu, I done paid my dues, I do this sh*t daily
Mr., Mr. Lituation, Mr. f*ck-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

[Chorus]
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
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 BandsI