The Middle Finger Song - Saigon

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 th Corona Virus

Or who that be the reason w 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