You think it's all fun and games
You fuck with napalm you want the flames
Mess with a bull you get the horns
It's one in the same
We hunting
You game
For the majority its game over
I apologize
You stuck in the reign
Remember I was only a buck and some change
My and my bro was running game
And nothing changed
We really tryna stay outta them state books
Me and all my affiliates is straight crooks
I got more than one income stream
Niggas wanna do the dirt
Get caught, then come clean
Napalm and them run things
If you ain't going in you going out
I'm tired of all these weak ass rappers
These labels throwing out
That's cuz they wanna sign you niggas
For that low amount
You cop buss down and a chain
And blow ya whole account
I just made a deposit
And got more to count
Lobster and porter house
Long way from a quarter ounce
D'usse and Lambrusco is what we pouring out
The rustic bottle from Modena
It's on the house
I'm really Willie Nel
I'm on the road again
You on the couch
I'm really LOOPRAT in real life man
And you on the mouse
Really on you rap niggas tail
Wait till I drop my tape
Promise For a feature you ain't got the cake
There will be no debate
If I'm not the great
Sorry I'm late
But how many of y'all can truly say
It was worth the wait
Wait, wait
I'm worth my weight in gold
That's why my record
Looking like a plate of gold
Yup
That's right I got the Midas touch
Everything turn to gold with every mic I touch
Ha, Wait
I'm worth my weight in gold
That's why my record
Looking like a plate of gold
Yeah
That's right I got the Midas touch
Everything turn to gold with every mic I touch