King Midas (feat. G3K0)

Golden touch like king midas Boy I Got the hands like street fighter I'm like reptar you an ankle biter I flex hard and I dont get tired Triple digits on my dashboard If I slip up then it's gonna be a crash course Pull up to the function just to go back out the back door Always with my team now we lookin like a task force I'm that punk kid with the push start I got blue eyes with a dark heart I spit fire got a new spark You can get toasted like a pop tart Stutter bricks in my right arm Rock it out like I'm a rockstar I've been going in I've been going hard Got my sights on the top charts Like go bro what's the deal with you Goku black my tennis shoes They used to overlook me now they asking for an interview New friends and new girls all tryna know me Where was all of y'all when I was feeling loney Bitch I keep that blade yeah I feel like yajirobe And I always keep it on me slice your boyfriend like bologna Yeah I slice him like bologna Cut them bitches open like they cans of ravioli Now they talking on my name (They talking on my name) But I feed off the hate (But I feed off the hate) I hope it never change (hope it never change) I hope it stay the same Now they talking on my name But I feed off the hate I hope it never change I hope it stay the- Golden touch like king midas Boy I Got the hands like street fighter I'm like reptar you an ankle biter I flex hard and I dont get tired Triple digits on my dashboard If I slip up then it's gonna be a crash course Pull up to the function just to go back out the back door Always with my team now we lookin like a task force They thinking that I'm not seeing what you doing I'm making my moves and I'm always improving I jump in the ring and I'm giving the bruising They think that they hard but it's all an illusion They said I wont do it so I had to prove it Now I'm putting everything into the music And I'm never losing cause I don't move stupid I lost my patience now I'm feeling ruthless I'm losing my mind I'm out of my head Every single night feels like I am dead Running the pic just forever on read In a text that'll never be said I'll I can think Is "I don't wanna go through that again" I don't wanna go through that again I don't wanna go through that again Go-go- Golden touch like king midas Boy I Got the hands like street fighter I'm like reptar you an ankle biter I flex hard and I dont get tired Triple digits on my dashboard If I slip up then it's gonna be a crash course Pull up to the function just to go back out the back door Always with my team now we lookin like a task force