middle america i would like to have an affair with cha if you be my first date i might say f ck it and marry ya yea middle america id like to have an affair with cha if you let me be your baby heh ill f ck around and take care of ya cus i come from the bottom bottom yea we got alotta dreams but the dreams ain t pampering my daughter they won t wipe the tears from my mama when i gotta hit the block with that thang for the bocka cus niggas don t love us nah bitches don t love us but don t judge a book by its cover cus my niggas ain t fake you can look at my face you know i treat you so good on the hood if you ever come around my wayyy ayee x4 use to them ebt cards police cars gang bangas ghetto birds trap houses broken homes in them black houses crack rocks sneaker box where i stack thousands enemies right down the street so be warned feds knocking down my mama door without a warrant seems like kids raised without a father ain t important life took by the streets and the streets and the liquor pouring niggas dying ever day lord can you save us i love you and i hate to ask for favors but i m tryna find a way i m tired of these weights kinda like visuals and funerals every other day drownin in sorrow swimming and shit daughter need milk momma ran out of wic when the going get tough then the going i get this for my niggas in public housing for y all ill go and climb ahundred mountains most of my family on welfare you can keep the half ass healthcare hell on earth but who in thee hell cares see they soul they ll sell theirs but you can bet i ain t sellin mine on the search for a better life grinding hard steady tryna find middle america i would like to have an affair with cha if you be my first date i might say f ck it and marry ya yea middle america i would like to have an affair with cha if you let me be your baby heh ill f ck around and take care of ya cus i come from the bottom bottom yea we got alotta dreams but the dreams ain t pampering my daughter they won t wipe the tears from my mama when i gotta hit the block with that thang for the bocka cus niggas don t love us nah bitches don t love us but don t judge a book by its cover cus my niggas ain t fake you can look at my face you know i treat you so good on the hood if you ever come around my wayyy ayee x4 the grass greener on the other side i m looking over the fence from the slums as a kid wondering if if i could live the life that you see on friends ohh a nigga life fill an drum an be you dad will i be raised with a silver spoon marble floor chandeliers in the living room big banks an ahundred acres and a mule that ain t reality for me so they treat me cruel tell me what s the difference from a nigga hanging our street then a stock broker on wall street with out the money they both bleed they both bleed the same air to live they both need a heart beat why you judging me on how many dollas that i got we all equal if we all people that s born in america maybe if i make that bitch corporate america i treat ha good maybe even marry ha might have dinner with the president discuss how we can better shit how you gone start a war aw level on get it then mistreat our war veterans who barely get a check posttraumatic stress shooting f cked they head up feeding nem more than medicine i was raised in a ghetto hood you was raised in suburbs segregation will never end when you stand in it middle america i would like to have an affair with cha if you be my first date i might say f ck it and marry ya yea middle america i would like to have an affair with cha if you let me be your baby heh ill f ck around and take care of ya cus i come from the bottom bottom yea we got alotta dreams but the dreams ain t pampering my daughter they won t wipe the tears from my mama when i gotta hit the block with that thang for the bocka cus niggas don t love us nah bitches don t love us but don t judge a book by its cover cus my niggas ain t fake you can look at my face you know i treat you so good on the hood if you ever come around my wayyy ayee x4 i come from the bottom bottom yea we got alotta dreams but the dreams ain t pampering my daughter they won t wipe the tears from my mama when i gotta hit the block with that thang for the bocka cus niggas don t love us