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FAMILY TIES.
by Midas Rah
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I'm a Saint Laurent don, strapped up with a 9 and Kevlar on
In the heart of the storm, standing strong, weathering scorn
Got the westcoast on my back like Luke had Yoda holdin on
From dusk till dawn, I'm grinding till that paper's long
Grammy cuttin ties, this the only time I get my Grammy on a song
Keep my circle tight, only trust in the lifelong
I got a new girl on my arm, she lookin like Nia Long
And I cut them off just so I could get a go on my own, yeah
They wanna know why Midas don't be rappin about them exes on a track,
Probably because these psycho bitches keep on fiendin for me like it's crack,
Just cuz I fuck good and probably cum on her back
You still let me fuck twice, so get off my nutsack
So what, if I dated a bitch whose name sounds like Paprika?
Your new man tryna throw shots, boy don't make me delete ya
The way I make sure you end up in heaven, call me the preacher
Came from the bottom, now I'm on the top, no time for a leecher
I gotta know a lot about them family ties, and I cut them off just so I could get a go on my own, yeah
Who said Midas fell off when I'm still packing with heat?
I stay loaded, I'm strapped up like a baby in a car seat
I could get ya top ripped open like a ketchup packet
If I wanted to, you'd push them daisies, 6 feet under with Bob Saget
My biggest hater look like a dyke on a crack pipe
How you say you bang, you don't even bust a cap right
Now you know, I got them 9's, cut the family lines
and who ain't my valentines,
Paint a picture, no lie, in these challenging times,
Trust in my gut, got no room for calamity,
Midas climbin to the top, even without family
Believe in the dream, never sell out, for the vanity
I'm a Saint Laurent don, strapped up with a 9 and Kevlar on
In the heart of the storm, standing strong, weathering scorn
Got the westcoast on my back like Luke had Yoda holdin on
From dusk till dawn, I'm grinding till that paper's long
Grammy cuttin ties, this the only time I get my Grammy on a song
Keep my circle tight, only trust in the lifelong
I got a new girl on my arm, she lookin like Nia Long
And I cut them off just so I could get a go on my own, yeah
They wanna know why Midas don't be rappin about them exes on a track,
Probably because these psycho bitches keep on fiendin for me like it's crack,
Just cuz I fuck good and probably cum on her back
You still let me fuck twice, so get off my nutsack
So what, if I dated a bitch whose name sounds like Paprika?
Your new man tryna throw shots, boy don't make me delete ya
The way I make sure you end up in heaven, call me the preacher
Came from the bottom, now I'm on the top, no time for a leecher
I gotta know a lot about them family ties, and I cut them off just so I could get a go on my own, yeah
Who said Midas fell off when I'm still packing with heat?
I stay loaded, I'm strapped up like a baby in a car seat
I could get ya top ripped open like a ketchup packet
If I wanted to, you'd push them daisies, 6 feet under with Bob Saget
My biggest hater look like a dyke on a crack pipe
How you say you bang, you don't even bust a cap right
Now you know, I got them 9's, cut the family lines
and who ain't my valentines,
Paint a picture, no lie, in these challenging times,
Trust in my gut, got no room for calamity,
Midas climbin to the top, even without family
Believe in the dream, never sell out, for the vanity
