Midas Wright - Dark Triad (feat. Saint Jak & LEODEMARXXS)

You're so vain
You probably think this verse is about you
But it's about me, all I care about
Since I found myself without you
I'ma do what I want
You don't have to know
Been keepin' low key, I'm about to blow
Front row at the show, they're all here for me
"Hands up, Hands up!" if you're feeling me
Walk in the party like I own the place
Then I get numbers, tell em call me
Cause I keep it comfy with the females
I'm a little fuzzy on the details
Blurry memories, surly enemies
For a feature hit me on my email
Too late, on my own now
Refer to me as your highness
Narcissist
Been a golden boy since I touched base with Midas Wright
Mad I changed
Dark mind, but I'm not a bad dude
Kill killuminati
Makaveli's in my body
Somebody's going to have to stop me
Because I'm about to go kill mommy
Something like a zombie
Shit like this don't even exist
So if you're gunning for my head
Then you'd best not fucking miss
I'm the only living prince
You gotta read to believe it
I don't trust my own niggas
Even Midas could be scheming
Prophetic visions I visualize in sleep
I'm bout to pinch these niggas cause they must be dreaming
I'm bout to serve these niggas cause they must be fiending
For that real shit, before I slide in this bitch
Young Moses, pay tithes to the kid
Like I part the red sea, come dive for the kid
Or fall back
Because humility is just strength under control
Machiavelli taught me to hide my plans to cut all y'alls throats
And if I haven't said it before, bitch I'm running for the gold
Midas like to get that french girl
Well, police already know
East Coast
Shaken from the uppers in my cup
Tried to tame the self, but my efforts weren't enough
It's cold in the hole so I'm skiing on the bluff
Facts looking black so it's back to no trust
No glove, no love, till my pockets so stuffed
Three kings with the bling getting shoulders rubbed
No permission on the mission
Broke your heart? My bad
Just a slave to the will of the dark triad
Say I'm a psycho? That I might be
Going hard in the 'yo like I'm No ID
Got the cataclysm to your catechism
Already holding steady
It could happen, listen
Got no conscious
Why the flow so monstrous
Forever we severed
Bomb shit, we be on hits
Be honest, we promised, we'd be on hits
Had to hit licks? Then we'll still be on hits
Psycho, I might go
So tight? Roll past
Never tipping off a bitch that I've left in the past
Smash ass then pass, ain't no blunts getting past
Go so hard on your bitch that we fucked in a mask
Never took off the mask
Where's my money at
Got it buzzing like a hive
Baby where's the honey at
Sniffs and the spliffs till I'm losing control
I had to be bad so I'm playing my role
Shaken from the uppers in my cup
Tried to tame the self, but my efforts weren't enough
It's cold in the hole so I'm skiing on the bluff
Facts looking black so it's back to no trust
No glove, no love, till my pockets so stuffed
Three kings with the bling getting shoulders rubbed
No permission on the mission
Broke your heart? My bad
Just a slave to the will of the dark triad

Written by:
ALEXANDER GREY NEWELL

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