These Chords

[Verse 1]
Wrist made of gold, yes please call me midas
My crew done blown up but still I am rising
Damn, look at all the swag I be buying
I just take the piece and bag it, I ain’t even see the prices
Busy popping tags, still copping Raf
Your mare like it slow so I'm making it a drag
I ain't even miss y'all find MC’s to rip on
They the white examples while I'm the black gryphon
Suit made of Yohji these pony rappers know me
Like I done spend too much time ‘round Tia I feel holy
Look at all these artists they be looking at me too strange
I’m making it 20% cooler, splash the blue paint
You don't want no problems with Hollow
Bring the Hollow tips, turn you hollow
I might pull up with that stick
You don't wanna hear that trigger go click
And these ponies will be the death of me
Like rest in peace it ain't no effort b, they'll kill me definitely
So wrestle me, I'm where the restless be so why you testing me
You dead to me, you just an effigy, now let me rest the beat
Things ain’t been the same before ever since
Ride with that top down when we pull up with that severance
Pull out the choppa now you thinking that I’m heaven sent
Over the ocean in the sea, I’m here to represent

[Verse 2]
Pocket, rollie, sound, dolby
Keep a dome piece, strike like shinobi
New jag I paid it, rainbow dash racing
Too much to take in, mask on like Jason
Aye, I spent a hunnid on cav
Your mare see out me out and she hop in the jag
Aye, all my ice VVS homie
Now suddenly these bronies think they my brodies
Aye, y’all bitches noisy like foley
Aye, I think this life it done chose me
Aye, keeping it healthy no roast beef
Aye, loving that red bull got no sleep
Aye, now it’s back to violence
Wavy like poseidon, keeping
These girls silent is a chore
They want dick I fuck ‘em high then
Grind it out the next day royal
Guards they want my ass to snitch
Told him stay in line I’ll break his
Back so he could watch his 6
Aye yuh jumping off ship
Like a motherfucking maverick, savage
Word around ponyville keeping me active
All I really need is a bad bitch do I got the
Dough of course, sugar cube corner on
Form don’t really fuck with informants
Run it back run it back play the recordings
Maybe after this tape runs I’m gone