A.K. - Middleman Lyrics

Too hood for the good kids, too good for the hood ones
Too black for the white kids, too white for the black ones
Too dumb for the smart kids, to smart for the dumb ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman, middleman hey
Too lame for the cool kids, too cool for the lame ones
Too hurt for the hot girls, to hot for the hurt ones
Too poor for the rich kids, too rich for the poor ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman hey

Somebody please tell me how a brown kid gets to the white house
When nobody really even wanna let a brown kid into a frat house
Half the country hates me this election made it way clear
Too American for India, too Indian to stay here
I used to sleep at night hoping I wake up as someone else
Kids at school didn't really fuck with the way my Amma's cooking smelled
And they say
Your clothes look funny, your house smells like curry, your movies are dumb
Man they even got the brown boys and girls
Talking shit about the countries that they're from, bruh!
They used to ask our women 'bout the dot on their faces
Now these same girls rockin' bindis when they head to Calvin Harris
They used to make my sister cry about it after school
I don't hate you, I just hate the way you pick and choose what's cool
I get randomly selected for every flight that I'm in
Even when I fly United, I still fly divided
Next time you pat me down and make me late for my flight
Im'a make sure that y'all pronounce my family's name right, god damn!

Too hood for the good kids, too good for the hood ones
Too black for the white kids, too white for the black ones
Too dumb for the smart kids, to smart for the dumb ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman, middleman hey
Too lame for the cool kids, too cool for the lame ones
Too hurt for the hot girls, to hot for the hurt ones
Too poor for the rich kids, too rich for the poor ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman hey

I'ma do it for the time that my uncle's boss called him a dirty Indian
Do it for the time when they look at the guy with the turban when they feel turbulence
For the brown girls that wish they looked more like Jennifer Aniston
For the times that I felt like it's just me, myself, and I and all my melanin
For every single time they made fun of my daddy's accent
For every single job that they said my fam was stealing
Every woman raise your drinks to the glass window
Put those middle fingers high 'til they shatter glass ceilings
I'ma show up on your TV screens
I'ma be best friends with Aziz
My shit finna pop on MTV
I'ma make these white kids envy me
I'ma bring home a Grammy plaque
Put it right next to me India flag
Put it right to my Warriors hat
And put the whole thang on Instagram
For every time I felt like I don't know where my home is
For every time my dad got overlooked for a promotion
For every time they ask
No but like where are you really from?
I'm from the Bay, I'm from the Bay
Where we go hyphy and where we go dumb, boy, rrraaaa!

Too hood for the good kids, too good for the hood ones
Too black for the white kids, too white for the black ones
Too dumb for the smart kids, to smart for the dumb ones
Ya, middleman, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman, middleman hey
Too lame for the cool kids, too cool for the lame ones
Too hurt for the hot girls, to hot for the hurt ones
Too poor for the rich kids, too rich for the poor ones
Ya, middleman, middleman
Middleman, middleman, middleman hey

Middleman hey
Middleman, middleman
Ya, middleman hey
Middleman, middleman
Middleman hey
Middleman, middleman
Middleman hey
Yeah, middleman woo!