Midas Touch (feat. Jaye)

Yeah Man what the f*ck 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 F*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck pockets staying on green Cocky as f*ck 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 f*ck 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