The Middle Finger

[Intro: Jerry Seinfeld] Now one of the services you provide Is giving them something to talk about Let, let 'em talk It makes 'em happy, it makes 'em feel good They don't believe half the shit they say, people wanna talk Yeah, it's fun to talk [Verse 1] Hate to be the bearer of bad news But I can't move with too many rap dudes I respect dudes from my double M crew But I'm just not that dude hanging on to who's who's and such Cash rule for some, got room for none Can't fool with niggas who put the rumors up Wanted to quit, rap music sucks But couldn't run a 4.2 so with you I'm stuck Went in the booth, truth, the only tool I trust And that's sayin' a lot, 'cause Pro Tools be stuck You grindin' hot, they wan' be cool with ya They're like consignment shops, they old news to us, aye [Pre-Chorus] Society, y'all trippin' Uh, uh, ayy, what it look like? I gotta be the realest Ayy, ayy, ayy, what it look like? Look, society, y'all trippin Ayy, ayy, ayy, what it look like? Should follow no nigga Just the guide inside of my mirror, ya dig it? [Chorus] Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah (Ayy, what it look like?) Fuck you, leave me alone (Ayy, what it look like?) Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah (Ayy, what it look like?) Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah Fuck you, leave me alone Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah [Verse 2] Fightin' for my respect, receive it or nothin' else Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think that I'm Malcolm X MDMA in my juice, jaws tired and through Now I'm sweatin' cause the bitches, they perspired me to Are you judgin' me now? Do you fuck with me now? Miscarried my first child, ain't finna come out Fuck the therapy route, where the syrup and loud? Blue 30 come around, there's the smile Opiated, could show up later with more elation All my bitches say, "Take it easy, enjoy the paper" Try to be with the people see but I'm fightin' them inner demons And hiding what’s eating me while I be in Vegas Yeah, life a gamble anyway, Joe Pop a Perc, I could merk through the pain though Mind bills pilin' up, drop a single Thrill's all gone when that muh'fuckin' fame go Ever seen a mixed J. Cole and Django? Educated shit but he whip like he ain't though Black bitches say my shit is so graceful White bitches barely know me up in Greystone, damn! [Pre-Chorus] Society, y'all trippin Uh, ayy, ayy, what it look like? I gotta be the realest Ayy, ayy, ayy, what it look like? Society, y'all trippin Ayy, ayy, ayy, what it look like? Should follow no nigga Just the guide inside of my mirror, ya dig it? [Chorus] Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah Fuck you, leave me alone Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah Fuck you, leave me alone Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah [Interlude: Jerry Seinfeld] Aware of everything But paying attention to one thing Me and my life [Chorus] Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah Fuck you, leave me alone Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah Fuck you, leave me alone Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah