Midas

You say you popping, lets stick to the facts
Shit that you dropping, im sick of all that
All that I need is a spliff and the yac
And a bitch in the back, swear it’s simple as that
I went quarter million off the disc
All we ever make is hits
Every thing I touch is Gold now
Midas touch with the wrist
Yeah
Gold Coast coming to collect, no joke
No slowing down, swear this shit is destined bro
I don’t really give a fuck about who next to blow
In two months I just sold out my second show
So how am I the underdog?
When Options aboutta hit a hundred dawg
All I ever did was put my trust in God
And he replied back «Brendan, boy Fuck em all»
So I guess it’s fuck you all
Driving drunk swerving like fuck the law
Kick a Fifth back like is nothing at all
Bring your bitch back like is nothing at all
Man this nothing at all
Yeah it’s nothing at all
Whole tape in a day
Man it’s nothing at all