Midas Touch (feat. Jaye)

Yeah
Man what the fuck
Yeah
Ay Davinci
Pull up
No one like this
Yeah
Ay
No one like this
Straight up
Ay
I wanna hop out of the Volvo
And straight to the Phantom
They don't really understand us
24 hours ain't enough for our plans bruh
I wanna be counting these bands son
Fuck it I'm losing my mind in the booth
One of my brothers just said I'm the truth
Smoking you bitches put ash in the coupe
Smoking you bitches put ash in the coupe
Like ay
I was a legend straight out of the womb
Putting all these corny rappers in tombs
Homie been giving the dope to the fiends
People act like I don't know the streets
Kids from high school act like I'm wack
I don't see you doing shit that's a fact
Least I'm out here chasing my dreams
Couldn't do what I do in a week
Since that car crash you know I've been hot
I don't know why you act like I'm not
Put the fucking city on my back
City popping up that is a fact
Tay Kay I've been the running the track
I don't know who in my lane just snap
Smoking a blunt put my head in the sky
Coming for the throne like fuck it I might
Let the marijuana light up
Smoke it up till it's been done
Lotta friends fucking switched up
Ten toes couldn't switch up
Game in my hand like a switch bruh
I don't need none
Pour a drink up
Roll the weed up
Had threesome
I'm a beast son
Man let's go
I got the Midas touch
Go ahead just line em up
Like Drizzy I'm nice for what
Competition ain't sizing up
I fuck around with my tracks
When I touch it it's gold when I snap
Hip hop yeah I'm bringing it back
Out the O rep that shit on my back
Could never be matched with a pen
Or a brush
I'm what they never gon touch
Kept all that rap shit on hush Now I'm the one coming up
Niggas could never catch up
Only way they see me
Is when they looking up
Saw my way to the top
This shit deeper than luck
I'm a hustler for real
Bitch I Midas my touch
I play for the gold
You get played by these sluts
Ain't no comp on the beat
They ain't fucking with me
Nigga not in the streets
And I put that on me
They can't handle the beef
Yeah we put shit to sleep
My niggas gon eat
We come through with that heat
Can't play for the team
Cause you not in my league
Ain't rap in a bit
But I do it with ease
Passing you niggas just feel
Like a breeze
Counting my money
While blowing some trees
Add a few bitches
While rolling some leaves
Slimy as fuck pockets staying on green
Cocky as fuck when I step on the scene
FMP nigga don't know what it means
This for my people
That shit in my genes
Been on my shit yeah I stick to the dream
Writing for years
Now I'm chasing my dreams
Man let's go
I got the Midas touch
Go ahead just line em up
Like Drizzy I'm nice for what
Competition ain't sizing up
I fuck around with my tracks
When I touch it it's gold when I snap
Hip hop yeah I'm bringing it back
Out the O rep that shit on my back