Midas Touch (feat. Wild Milly)

Straight out the grave I'm back, back from the dead
The whole rap game on the fence no joke
Watch as they all tap in, soon as I drop some shit stay woke

That's word to mama man I just might be, as bad as Dahmer
On the M-I-C I'm half a god the other half a artist
Even I know not to go and play with karma Ay

I sacrificed for this gift, never had the knack for biting my lip
I'll say what I wanna say when I spit, yea you better pray
To god you not on my list I won't hesitate at all
To make you regret, that you went and got involved
With me and my clique, every one of them got the balls
For this shit, if you try to put your paws on me you'll get bit

If you try to put your paws on me you'll get bit
Cause I'm used to having claws all over my neck
I don't wanna get involved with yall you ain't shit
When it come to these bars you need to just quit
Got the Midas Touch up here in this bitch
Everything is gold that mean that it's lit
You don't gotta be told we'll show you instead
Me and Milly explode the booth like you can't

Just stay out my lane or crash, off with your head
I got no breaks I can press go slow for we make a mess
They saying Case the best and you'll get laid to rest
With my flows that's word to papa man I'm finna take off
Like a helicopter till they calling me the mic and the panty dropper
I ain't even gotta write just to make a dollar
Man they'll still be hyped when they see me pop up Ay

We ain't the same, me I been driven by hunger and pain
Something you'll want if you wanna be great
A knife in the back and no food on your plate
If that don't make you a king what will, that cape don't make
You a superhero you just gotta know whose fake and who's real
Every dollar that you make goes to bills

Or as far as they know, that's the deal
I dress bummy so they don't know if the pockets filled
Been hungry so I'm really tryna cop a meal
And yall a bunch of sitting ducks to a crocodil
You might have had better luck but you lacked the skill
To try to outrap us on a track we'd kill
That's R-I-P and you back to nil
You ain't got shit on me or Wild Milly

I got a clear shot, Wild Milly on a clear path I can see it all with a clear view
Went on a clear run and I told yall since year one I respect all but I fear none
Only time that my hand out when I reach in a tool chest with a list of a few steps
On the low like a crew cut I'm the man with the Wild Lyfe on the chest of his crew neck

Back to the basics tryna do it bigger than the days when we had to trap from the basement
Grind off of patience sitting by the side door waiting all in a I formation
No cap in this rear tooth, steady feeling like I'm in another world when I'm in the booth
But every bar going through the roof, I don't ever gotta say that I'm the best you can hear the proof

Better go and check his ID, you can't find another like me
I'm Westbrook to the Facebook, I'm Kyrie to the IG
I lost hope and was in pain, cut a couple friends off and was left with an insight
There's times where you gotta get left to get right, so I ain't gotta lot of regrets in this life

Smoke fire as I do a quick feature drink Hennessy spit ether I
Make ends, and I really make friends with the Grim Reaper cooler than a gym teacher
We was in the trap just to get in touch how I make a move from a flip to a touch phone
I was raised in a drug zone in the gun zone in the land of the unknown Go