King Midas (feat. 3NAM3S)

Gold teeth, gold chains Midas touch with 30 rings 30 choppers, all with range Ready to B-B-B-bang! Silver spoon? Na silver cranes Livin' like we left this plane Now they see the way it's changed. Pray that heaven stakes it's claim Got some gold joints that are stuffed with jack Two gold chains with an all gold axe Gold my mental, conduct my path With two gold pens that are writing my wrath, like, Ohh it's a murder scene, Tryin' to kill this beat to the third degree Then burn this bitch to the fourth degree With some gold flames for the courtesy Then torch it all like a crème brûlée Sprinkle it with some golden flakes Molten chocolate on imported plates Shared with the nobles of Northern Spain But what's to gain but a golden chain? We'll melt it down; & sell it for land. But every time ya'll see it hang. Just pray to god for a helping hand. Gold teeth, gold chains Midas touch with 30 rings 30 choppers, all with range Ready to B-B-B-bang! Silver spoon? Na silver cranes Livin' like we left this plane Now they see the way it's changed. Pray that heaven stakes it's claim Ohhh nooo all gold in my chain ya ya Gold soul from my toes to my brain ya ya Oh no, I am not insane, yet, Midas touch with a brush Full of pain, ya ya Midas touch but I cry too much Smoking double Dutchies with a bubble butt Killin more rappers with an upper cut Like I'm subzero with a double cup And I'm doubled up and I'm doubled down Gets troublesome when I'm around Ain't doing nothin, just smoking loud And doing shit your not allowed I know I spit way too profound My flow and shit is meant to astound So go and get you a leather bound Cuz my weakest verses could shake the ground And your needing purpose, lemme break it down That I'm Frieza Gold, and you a fuckin clown & unless your work is on this level now You'll be simply worthless by this time tomorrow Gold teeth, gold chains Midas touch with 30 rings 30 choppers, all with range Ready to B-B-B-bang! Silver spoon? Na silver cranes Livin' like we left this plane Now they see the way it's changed. Pray that heaven stakes it's claim Ohhh nooo all gold in my chain ya ya Gold soul from my toes to my brain ya ya Oh no, I am not insane, yet, Midas touch with a brush Full of pain, ya ya