Middle Child Freestyle

By Ché Jackson

Released on February 3, 2019

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No one can fathom this energy

I know you niggas are sick of me

I mastered the Penn, I'm a lion, no Nittany

I have no ceilings like Kennedy

Killing my demons, swear I feel amazing

From this elevation I been contemplating the hunger for power, met Satan

He wanted my talent; said "Nigga, stop waitin'"

2019 and I'm facing reality

Bourne for this shit like I'm Jason

Knew that I had it, my repertoire latent

Told my superior I wasn't playin'

May drown in the music, but I'll never choke

I don't care if it's Sour Diesel or the repercussions, I want all of the smoke

I get it out of the rough

Balancing this life is tough

I go to war with myself on the daily neglecting societies view of enough

I don't know who I can trust

Niggas side-stepping, council told me to be lenient

She want a piece of the pie at my table but couldn't care less about all the ingredients

Know you sit and wonder

Both of my siblings are women but your nigga look up to me like I'm Big Brother

Catch up kid, keep the mustard

I'm declining all new friends

Rocko told me keep them squares out my circle

Grandaddy give me wisdom, he purple

"How you want your eggs?" She screaming, "FEEEEEEEEERTILE!"

Wet like she Squirtle, I pull up my pants and I'm grinning like Urkle

I can't keep on paying for niggas that hurt you

Stay out my business unless it concern you

I just read Four Agreements and...

It taught me to give credence to words and

How to exterminate you leeches and worms that

Thrive on my penis with the meanest of girth flat

Out I'm a problem

And no TI-84 Calculator will solve em'

Evolvin' from Geodude to Golem

Should probably call Batman and Robin out of Gothem to stop em'

Third person, Shakespeare in the flesh, matte black beats, just knoddin'

Pick up the pen and start jottin'

These niggas ain't really ready for what I'm plottin'

I need to be in that studio, east of Harlem

I need to meet up with Kunta straight outta Compton

Done enough tossin' and turnin' in dreams I been yearning about

All chips on the table, only option