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[Intro: Dirt Reynolds] These days, this rap music All people wanna talk about anymore Is how much dope they done sold This, that and the third Well, for what it's worth This our little story and it's try [Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx] When it first started back in 1999 Called Bobby K and he fronted me to pine Now we on the grind, ounces down to dimes If we move a QP we partying tonight Grab what you like, 200 for the ozer If you real high, it ain't from what I sold ya Not so much here, and not so much there But right in the middle, buck it, put it in the air I got my hand scales and my glad freezer bag Shorted them two grams, cause I like to think that hе a fag If he get mad, I just whoop his ass Yeah, I got a gat, but it won't comе to that, yes sir Read him simply mid-grade gang Nah, I ain't no kingpin, still, I get paid, man Every week the bricks came, but it wasn't cocaine Slide the boy to his stacks, you can get the whole thing [Chorus: Both] I got a pocket full of mid I got a pocket full of mid You won't believe the shit we did With just a pocket full of mid I got a pocket full of mid I got a pocket full of mid You won't believe the shit we did With just a pocket full of mid [Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx] Coming real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion Hustle mid-grade, hell, my weed pretty potent Me and Trey floatin', my 78 Nissan Yeah, this shit a smoke, but it's far from thee funk I will work with you, hell, I'll even let a eighth go 3.5 for 35, give or take, though Meet me at the Sitco, right there on Lumpkin I ain't got no system, but my boombox pumpin' UGK or somethin', maybe even Cool Breeze Atlanta ain't no Marriott, and Athens ain't no school These college motherfuckers do come up here with long loot Ain't no way to count the daddy dollars we done gone through Serving that vice presidential called it Al Gore Certainly ain't no burdens but they shall soar My big brother Fast D was all SEC But all the mid-grade ballers they was hollering at me [Chorus: Both] I got a pocket full of mid I got a pocket full of mid You won't believe the shit we did With just a pocket full of mid I got a pocket full of mid I got a pocket full of mid You won't believe the shit we did With just a pocket full of mid [Verse 3: Dirt Reynolds] Ounces for 125, 40 for the quarter sack Ace for the dub and the blunt is only half that But selling wasn't no option Cause shit I'm probably smoking what you copping And keep a pot connect, I know a lot of folk who shopping Can't forget the mid That was the shit when 'dro wasn't popping That what got it started And flooded me and hit the hardest Screaming dry, dry, holla at [?] One blunt will make them bitches get crunk And start slobbin' Down here, the hard hit hard And weed gorgeous I keep me a Mexican or Colombian as sources It's been times I coulda bought me two pair of Air Forces But bought an ounce of mid Though we dreamed we had choices [Chorus: Both] I got a pocket full of mid I got a pocket full of mid You won't believe the shit we did With just a pocket full of mid I got a pocket full of mid I got a pocket full of mid You won't believe the shit we did With just a pocket full of mid