Saigon - The Middle Finger Song lyrics

Don't let it fool you, boo boo
This shit is a scam
The revolution will not be on Instagram
You fighting for rights and
You fighting for life
You ain't on the front line with a hot pipe
Nigga, fuck you

Fuck you nigga
Yo STREETRUNNER, let's start it from the top
Let's do this shit for real, yo, let's go

Some of y'all know who I am
Some of y'all won't care
Some of y'all will respond to this
Some of y'all won't dare
If you hear your name in the song
Something I won't share
And I'm hoping you hearing it so clear
Nigga, fuck you and to them industry niggas
That blackballed me


Mad because I'm real and don't
Happen to rap corny
When come to spittin' I'm in
A whole different category
I got two words for your ass shorty fuck you
And to whoever concoct thе Corona Virus
Or who that be the reason wе
Had a moment of silence
It's bad enough we was killing
One another with violence
You think that we needed another challenge?
Nigga, fuck you
And to that half-white negro they call E-bro
I used to have respect for you
Now I got less than zero
Niggas get in positions and get
Enslaved by their ego
And gotta sit with, he know nigga, fuck you
And to that sucker that left
My mother to suffer
You call yourself a father
You fraudulent motherfucker?
I even resent the fact that
We resemble one another
Despite the fact that I still love ya
Nigga, fuck you
And to them doctors that put me on medication
'Cause, I was letting my hammer
Pop with no hesitation not only was it love
I was snubbed of an education
Look what I've become with some dedication
Nigga, fuck you and to the kids that shot up
The car I was riding in
Now I know your handle
You lucky they ain't provide it then
If I wasn't rapping
I promise I'm doing five to ten
Still got this bullet inside my skin
Nigga, fuck you

Don't let it fool you, boo boo
This shit is a scam
The revolution will not be on Instagram
You fighting for rights and
You fighting for life
You ain't on the front line with a hot pipe
Nigga, fuck you

Hold up, hold up
What y'all clapping for I'm not finished
I ain't done i'm not finished man
Bring that beat back
Bring that shit back, man

And Julie Greenwald, you can get these balls
Got my foot on the gas
Not planning to ease off
Culture vulture thought I would
Crash without no recall
Look who got the last laugh, hee, haw
Bitch, fuck you
Somebody overheard Peter Rosenberg
Talking shit throwing dirt on my name
Not knowing I would grow from this
You ain't even a guest in
Hip-Hop, you like a chauffeur, bitch
The ultimate prick, choke on a dick
Nigga, fuck you
And Patrick Ewing for missing a damn layup
I put some paper against the Pacers
And had to pay up
You went in with some more punk shit
Who woulda thunk it?
You set up for something
You supposed to dunk it nigga, fuck you

Don't let it fool you, boo boo
This shit is a scam
The revolution will not be on Instagram
You fighting for rights and
You fighting for life
You ain't on the front line with a hot pipe
Nigga, fuck you

Fuck you, man word up, STREETRUNNER
You ain't banging it out with
The blue and whites nigga, fuck you
For all you suckers fuck you, man
Nah, I'm just playing
Fuck you and a fuck her too
Fuck you and a fuck him too
Haha, yo RUNNER what's up?
We running this shit, Sai get it
STREETRUNNER fuck all these niggas
Fuck these producers
Fuck these whack ass rap niggas
Fuck these fake ass bloggers
Whatever you call it, podcasts fuck all you