GOLD

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Bitch I want gold
No silver no bronze man
Bitch I want gold
Still droppin all these bombs man

[VERSE1]
Yeah we up, still tryna get our shit straight
Lucid so fly stay first rate
Started off a nobody, had no face
That's the reason that I did it in the first place
First place bitch I be comin for the top like
Walk in, try it out, buy the whole shop like
Damn, New South never gonna stop like
Already all in on the flop like, What?

I ride with the hardest clique fuck is up?
Turning heads on the block when we run amuck
Self made on that new shit we switch it up
Wanna buy us out? take the cheque rip it up
Bitch get hit with the stick if you think you sicker
We get lit on the daily and you just flicker
Our beats are fat, but our bitches thicker
We're the fuckin gods, and you're just the vicar

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[VERSE2]
Gold class, gold class, infinite, you won't last
Fast pace, we're the RATSAK in the rat race
Try to clown, try to slow us down, bitch you'll get erased
With the body in the freezer that's a cold case
Bitch you've never seen it done like this in the down under
We're bringin the thunder
Struck with the TNT blast you to pieces
Bow to the genius, musical Jesus

And when it all comes down to it
We do this just so you can get down to it
Feel the beat in your chest, jump around, get wild
Lose yourself in the rhythm while we give it to em
Stick it to em, rip it to em, yeah we do it
But know I do this shit for me, just so you can see
That I'm elite and really there ain't anybody that can beat me

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