Gold - Deviant

Bitch I want gold

No silver no bronze man

Bitch I want gold

Still droppin all these bombs man

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

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