I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Y'all better wake up, you think we don't see y'all drifting Sleeping on the job and forgetting your position Sit straight and listen, what you are missing I cook up a batch hot straight out the kitchen No indecision, I spit right heavy as a fist fight No gloves and no mask, no pain and no slack No way to look back, nobody to say I can't make my own path, cause the way that y'all act I wanna break something Coming at me like the pain I feel means nothing Coming from a place where you can't relate Where every word from your face comes across as fake And I can hardly take the way that y'all treat us Sending this out to anyone who won't believe us Spilling it out so y'all know the deal And if you can't feel it, baby, you can't feel I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Man, who are you? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who are you? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who are you? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Man, who are you? Each word Say what you used to say and act how you used to act Every time you heard my occupation was a rap attack My conversations savage, I switch my defense on you Every time you wanna get deep, you'll see my knuckle package Cool to die, I'm a nutritious MC Make you go back, we write some rhymes My style chokes up like a little league baseball player And more of a strangler, I'm swingin' as a main bangler I wanna deform, coach you as you see through the C-form I'm goin' to rap and you still need high You don't wanna trade with me, guy Man, it's destructive and it's like dancing boxing champ Lennox Perfect for your head, I'm fitted like New Era Hats that talk, walk slow, speed, boy, etiquette Express myself with my gang sign, man I extend one finger in the middle of the house Who are you? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Man, who are you? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who are you? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who are you? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Man, who are you? Yo, motion Sometimes I feel it's like nothing that I do's ever good enough Like I should stop and go back to LA Back away where I know I won't be seen And nobody's gonna critique the music that I make And mistake me for some fuckin' kid with a backpack Hoppin' on a track just to make a buck for a mixtape that sucks And DJs that don't get it But I've been down that road and I know People don't wanna go where I might go Don't wanna know what it's like to step outside your zone With a mic just controlling the hype And if we need to take shots from them And be stopped by them Just to meet these ends, and so be it I will not hold my breath I'm gonna spit till I got none left Motion, where you at? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Man, who are you? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who are you, man? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who are you, man? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it And who are you? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Thanks for watching!