Midas, Pt. II

Oh Now they got bread they think they rich Always in my head I knew I never needed this everything Id do was true proving how id beat the tricks if gold is what you seek yo let me help you see the shit When this began I was on a different trip just an ounce of bad ego makes you sick know I planned on every moment for the flip now all you see is gold shoot freely from my fingertips With the hands of king midas Everything we touch is gold Foes know they can never be like us Doing what is righteous Im the king of this hill spitting ill Like b real from cypress Hall of fame in this game like johnathan unitas Pull back hallmary send you to the sky quick Living fast but cautious with my approach They say you love it let it leave but this rap shit Im never letting go Strategic with my words every syllable a blow Filling up your ears with that silly putty flow Rakim and nas jones impressionable as a little woe The reason when i spit you bob your head to every single note Walking on this water but Im not inside a boat You talking like you proper but no one will supercede my quote On another level i put in terms you understand Mic in my right turn this into gold with my other hand I might as well be a fucking jeweler in the diamond district Cause everything i touch turn to platinum and gold Just like my chains and for long similar to dip sticks I roll with the misfits We truly outrageous i aint gem though Cause thats a bitch and i aint that you must me them hoe Ill tap your face like glass joe And break your zirconia Now thats for being fake you don't know me bruh But you can not like your woman do Oh you didnt know we was cliqued up You on speed dial number two Number one is her father Im the one she call daddy when we taking a shower Sliding into that gradually I tasted the sour Chalk that into a tragedy Now i got all the power and 50 cent gon be mad at me But this no sitcom bro Im more like real tv if you remember that show though