Sitting on gold like I'm Midas

I'm only chilling with riders

Need to be blaring, not any sirens

You know what the vibe is

I'm sick of the tyrants

Ain't one for violence, which is peak

Cause it's murder every time I spit on a beat

Swinging the tide like an axe

Sick of just doing the laps

had pieces missing, spent bare time just tryna hide any cracks

feeling less alive

more like wax

Like I belong in madame tussauds

Scars deeper than that of two swords

People the easiest to play, got like two chords

Most soft like still newborns

Penning from sun up to the new morn

Why confine my mind to a 9 to 5 for a lifetime

Man that's too long

In fact nah that's too wrong

But labour needed to bear the fruits n I need '67 mustangs n Italian suits

So tore up my core from the very roots n started new

Don't care about any coupe

Happy billing zoots just with the crew,

Just wanna make tunes, make bread n chew too

Need to pop n like having twins, you know I'm due to

Aim beyond the stars or even the moon

Tryna pay mum back for the sacrifices

We so alike, I just got more vices

Smoking g's n not like Myers

Lot less niceness

But gotta speak up, don't do no silence

Building empires

When I was a child, dad wasn't around

Just marj n bro, n they would just row

Hate seeing mum struggle so aimed to make her proud

Lucky I found a love for crafting sound

But more accurate to flip it round

The sound was crafting me

What you after g?

Want a masterpiece?

That's sorted now pass the ps

Been crossed more times than Ts

But not a dot in my eye, I'm used to peak

Won't get no halo but know I'm the master chief

Opening doors like a master key

Gs will shot anything, see a brudda ask mask or keys?

Need a baddie to spark my trees

But badder than my ex, now that's a reach

So much I see, but keep quiet, try not to preach

But don't forget when it's time to speak

Nowadays, not the truth most seek

Trust in any tweet, but it's yourself in who you need to believe

It's yourself in who you need to believe

Sitting on gold like I'm Midas

I'm only chilling with riders

Need to be blaring, not any sirens

You know what the vibe is

I'm sick of the tyrants

Ain't one for violence, which is peak

Cuh it's murder every time I spit on a beat