Lyrics Midas Touch (feat. G Seppe) - Anthony Kannon

Never kept it real, nigga lying like a bitch
Glock on his waist, might fire from the hip
Son went ghost, haven′t found him in a grip
I don't smoke if there′s weight-when I'm riding in the whip

I know you ain't hard, who you trying to convince
You ain′t met a motherfucker flyer in the in 6
Put designer on the drip...
My boy went to prison, he done pissed away his future like he signing with he knicks

He really was dumb, but a nigga was young
At the crib, getting drunk off Caribbean rum
I was in San Antonio, sitting in the slums
The pain gets deep, but that feeling get dumb

I got voices in my head that I can′t Ignore
Been through hell-but I made it, so thats something that I can endure
Top 5, what you rhyming for?
Have him swimming with the fishes, Kannon ball-fuck a diving board

Every year, tryna get some better habits
I ain't gonna fight, I′ma let 'em have it
Backwood burned a hole in the leather jacket
Tool belt, I′m Inspector Gadget

Said he got the juice, but never had it
Dropped a song, had the fellas laughing
Could've made it off the trap, that′s instead of rapping
Go go, Inspector Gadget

Got the juice, she inspect the gadgets
Tool belts, her hands magnets
Short fuse, cut the static
Focus on bands, watch em double up
Voices in my head, put the real over everyone

I paid for this shit...
On everything I ever wanted, done put in work and I got it
Paper trail in the optics
Smooth sailing, nah nah nah-that ain't part of this flick
Coppola, I'm the Don bitch
Home run Barry Bonds bitch

Got to do this life giant, call me Zito
Sole proprietorship, I ain′t one to freeload
Yeah, you talking bout action that′s aburrido
Cuddies be savages, they watching wherever we go

She know Ima beast, keep cool that's so old news
Keep an eye on the East, both grew round the red light, blues
Tombstones... what happened to him?
Lost my brother, now I pack the shooter

Every year, tryna get some better habits
I ain′t gonna fight, I'ma let ′em have it
Backwood burned a hole in the leather jacket
Tool belt, I'm Inspector Gadget

Said he got the juice, but never had it
Dropped a song, had the fellas laughing
Could′ve made it off the trap, that's instead of rapping
Go go, Inspector Gadget