Upcoming Concerts for midwxst
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
midwxst
Vocals
benjicold
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt, III
Composer
James Addison
Composer
Steven D. Lewis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
midwxst
Recording Engineer
benjicold
Producer
Drew Sliger
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(I remember when I was down bad)
(I remember when I was down, yeah)
(I remember when I was down bad)
(I remember when I was down, yeah)
(I remember when I was down bad)
(I remember when I was down, yeah)
(I remember when I was down bad)
(I remember when I was down, yeah)
[Verse 1]
I remember when I was down bad
Now I'm gettin' money, I'm in my bag
Auntie watching down on me, know she glad
Made it too far, I can't go out sad
Puttin' up for my family and city
Goin' up, ain't no one fucking wit me
Catch a dub, know I steady be winning
Can't go out sad, no, I'm never quitting
[Verse 2]
Shoutout my sister you know that we twinning
I'm dedicated know I'll finish my mission
Motherfuckers really think that I'm kiddin'
Talent comin' out, it's no longer hidden
[Verse 3]
I'm at the top, know I'm finna pop
Telling my fans that I finna drop
I need a Tesla, doors finna drop
Walk in the store and don't know what to cop
I just graduated, signed a deal bitch, now I'm up
I could care less bout what you think bout me, I could give two fucks
Do not send me yo damn songs in my DMs, know that you suck
I keep my circle small, cuz I don't know how to trust
[Bridge]
(I just graduated, signed a deal bitch, know I'm up)
(I could care less bout what you think bout me, I could give two fucks)
(Do not send me yo damn songs in my DMs, know that you suck)
(I keep my circle small, cuz I don't know how to trust)
[Verse 4]
Keep my circle small, I don't know who to trust
If he's talkin down then he knows that it's up
Feel like a band aid I'm up in the cut
Get to the bag and you know that's a must
We in an Audi, can't ride in no bus
I put my shawty in Fashion Nova
I'm with midwxst and we finna pour up
I'm off a perc, I might throw up
I'm puttin' on for my city
I'm counting up hundreds and fifties
I cannot show you no pity
She told me gon play with that kitty, yeah
[Verse 5]
I'm in the coup with Santana, we speedin'
She asked where I'm at, she tell me she need it
I'm with my angel and we fighting demons
Stab me in my back, I feel like I'm bleeding
I walk out of Saks and walk into Neimans
They tryin' to be me, don't know that's the reason
Oh you want to smoke, ok well I'm fiending
Did it all on my own, put together the pieces
I might take a flight, might fly to Phoenix
Heard you want the sauce, but we do not teach this
I stay with my slimes like I blowin' Kleenex
Foreign shawty, I think she European
[Outro]
I remember when I was down bad
Now I'm gettin' money, I'm in my bag
Auntie watching down on me, know she glad
Made it too far, I can't go out sad
Puttin' up for my family and city
Goin' up, ain't no one fucking wit me
Catch a dub, know I steady be winning
Can't go out sad, no, I'm never quitting
Written by: Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt, III, Edgar Sarratt, James Addison, James Madison III, Steven D. Lewis