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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Adams
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