Meek Mill feat. Vory – Middle Of It Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Middle Of It – Meek Mill feat. Vory

I’m not the leader but follow the lead
Poppin’ some s**t that’s out of your league
Shawty identical, Bella Hadid
She beggin’, tellin’ me, Please
The Patek keep tellin’ her to freeze
She think I tell her to chill
And I’m tryna tell her to leave

Woah, woah, woah, bendin’ in the corner, I
Bendin’ the corner, I jumped out some s**t
I think you know about times it was lit
Seventeen summers been runnin’ this s**t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


I heard lil’ shawty was f**kin’ a Crip
Bought her a blue Birkin now I got her whole crew
Workin’ on me, suckin’ that deeck, woah
I do not parlay with thots
I’d rather party with Glocks
Hangin’ with killers and callin’ the shots
N**gas be beefin’ with gang
Can’t go to the club, we in all the spots, yeah
N**gas be beefin’ with gang, no cuffin’ no h*es
Yeah, all of them thots

All of my homies a hunnid and more
Ain’t got a honey bun, go to the store
Not to demean you but I gotta teach you
If you want this money, you doin’ your chores
Washin’ your dishes, the rags and the riches
The Glock with the switches, we handlin’ business
We go on a mission, we don’t do no b**ching
Now spend like a ticket, we goin’ to court

Judge and the DA like f**k is you doin’ this for
You know I was goin’ to war
She tried to link me and give me two and a four
I left it in a hole in the floor
Left on the chopper, I feel like I’m Chapo
I got out that b**ch and I turn up some more
Went to Miami for four hunnid thousand
To roll up some loud with a boat on the water

Blood still treat me like fam
My youngboy go with his daughter
Beat the casino for two to four million
And text my account, it’s slaughter
I made a fifty now I want a hunnid
A billi’, it go in that order, huh


Daddy died by a .44, I be livin’ like a warlord
‘Member I was shackled C.S.C. up
Now I’m back to backin’ in a four-door
Million dollars worth of jewelry on
No insurance on, like, What’s goin’ on
In the trenches like it’s regular
People think that I be showin’ off
All these n**gas talkin’ they be goin’ off
Gotta blow it off

Left my youngin’ with the presidential
At the Waldorf to hit a star raw
Told me as soon as he got it
He dip it inside it and goin’ in raw dog
I give a f**k she an actress, a singer, or model
I pray it don’t fall off
Let’s pray

All these h*es still f**kin’
Ran up a check and you know how we bummin’
Get to a milli’ then run up them Bentleys
I’m fresh outta Philly, you know we ain’t runnin’
I see these n**gas talk s**t on the internet
Catch ’em in traffic, I know it ain’t nothin’
I told my youngin’ to spin and to let out
As soon as he let out I throwed a little sum

Boss in my hood
I’m like Richard Porter
I just f**ked a dime for free
And she ain’t get a quarter
But I still wired the five racks
Because that s**t was water
Gang, huh

All the money that I sent you, that don’t last too long
P**sy good, I might just have to put my crew on
Ten years runnin’ s**t, and she know that I’m two on
Baby, don’t be surprised if I ain’t shoot a drop
Before the team or somethin’, I know you started with nothin’
Always startin’ something but wanna talk about nothin’, oh yeah
And please don’t be surprised if I shoot
The f**kin’ broads, girl, you know how it goes
Girl, you know how it goes, oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, shawty for the downfall
She wan’ spend her own drug
So please don’t be surprised
If I shoot or f**k the team, or somethin’
‘Cause you started with nothin’
Always turning nothings to somethings
Yeah ooh baby…

➤ Written by Papamitrou, Xander, Meek Mill & Vory
Album: Quarantine Pack
Produced by Xander & Papamitrou
Meek Mill | Vory | 2020

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