Midas

[Chorus]
Remember back in those wasn't gettin no pay I was tryna work day shift's (work day shift's)
Remember back in those day's I was all about the pay, goldchain and my necklace (and my necklace)
Remember writing my rhymes and I never had time to try to focus on school shit (fuck school)
Remember telling them lies, lookin mama in her eye's, like nah I ain't bullshittin'
This sound like my trunk
Bass riding say wassup
You and I are never clutch
I ain't felt like this in month's
I want all these rapper's dead
They just better off for lunch
Roll it up all in a dutch
You know this my Midas touch

[Verse 1]
Small fame came easy enough
They saying don't quit Rick boy I know that it's tough
And if you knew how it felt you would know that it suck's
Watching other niggas make it and you know that they suck, huh
But that's how Lauderdale be
You can pick A side or you can go with plan B
8 niggas, 8 nines, 25 to life G
I ain't rolling with police rather hang off a tree
I been packing light weights right down to my jean's
Gotta ask my nigga "B"
Is he down for the cream
But I don't wait on no man
Ima go and write a hit and then I go and hit a slow dance, bumping in my caravan, gotta take my own chance
I know this life ain't made for me
I should probably be out there on a field with a team
What ya'll don't understand is this rapping is my dream
And Ima go and get it by any other means
My color's never change
Just know Im getting green
Ima burn down all the book's
Of all of your belief's
And learn to live life by the day of the keep's
Living in the heat
Uh, but ill take my time
Nickle nigga you know every coin got 2 side's
Started with this rap shit then i got some dime's and pray that every fine dime come with finer wine
Crystal clear white teeth that I love to shine
Couple dark ass thought's that I left in mind
But you know, realest nigga out here love to grind
I grabbed a cup of mine, and then I touch the sky
My time is approaching I can see the sign's
Niggas calling me a bird well come and watch me fly
From the 954 that's my state of mind
I ain't even on the clock and its over time

[Chorus]
Remember back in those wasn't gettin no pay I was tryna work day shift's (work day shift's)
Remember back in those day's I was all about the pay, goldchain and my necklace (and my necklace)
Remember writing my rhymes and I never had time to try to focus on school shit (fuck school shit)
Remember telling them lies, lookin mama in her eye's, like nah I ain't bullshittin'
This sound like my trunk
Bass riding say wassup
You and I are never clutch
I ain't felt like this in month's
I want all these rapper's dead
They just better off for lunch
Roll it up all in a dutch
You know this my Midas touch

[Verse 2]
What a dark twisted fantasy my old girl hating now, she used to be a fan of me
Room full of fam why these niggas don't remember me, the blood on the leaves just a view of all my sanity
You grow fame
And then you grow your vanity
Sneaking out the crib coulda swore that was the man in me
No role models, grandpa had abandoned me, he long gone now, wonder if he still remember me
Is it bad that I wanna be my own star
Or is it bad that I'm tryna meet a porn star
No handout's I'm still tryna fix my own heart
There's a new script I guess a nigga got some new part's
And new shit coming everyday with new part's and a new bitch gettin in my way with new spark's
Old rich niggas driving all these new car's, old bitch nigga's that I knew act like we bond
Nobody fond to all that bullshit, I know if I get hit Lil Rayy ready to pull shit
Caught up in the life of A OG like Q-Tip
Living luxury nah we just talking that good shit
It's all deep you can call this place the bottom's homie, need a couple lyric's you can bet your bottom dollar on me
New shit, new game's, new whip's, know some B class bitches that be all on my dick
Im an E class nigga holding up the cock pit
And my semen like a bullet yo I got a full clip "pow"
Come and taste it if you dare Rick an asshole, still chasing hoes that don't know about my past flow's
Gotta say the hood all good in the back-row, she told me if i make it don't forget about where I'm at doe
Nah, I swear that this ain't where I'm staying
Miami down the road but Cali is where I'm praying, I been...

[Chorus]
Remember back in those wasn't gettin no pay I was tryna work day shift's (work day shift's)
Remember back in those day's I was all about the pay, goldchain and my necklace (and my necklace)
Remember writing my rhymes and I never had time to try to focus on school shit (fuck school shit)
Remember telling them lies, lookin mama in her eye's, like nah I ain't bullshittin'
This sound like my trunk
Bass riding say wassup
You and I are never clutch
I ain't felt like this in month's
I want all these rapper's dead
They just better off for lunch
Roll it up all in a dutch
You know this my Midas touch