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Ryanito:

Oh Now they got bread they think they rich

Always in my head I knew I never needed this, everything I'd do was true proving how id beat the tricks/ if gold is what you seek yo let me help you see the shit/

When this began I was on a different trip, just an ounce of bad ego makes you sick, know I planned on every moment for the flip, now all you see is gold shoot freely from my fingertips/

Ryanito:

Verse 1:

With the hands of king midas/

Everything we touch is gold/

Foes know they can never be like us/

Doing what is righteous/

I’m the king of this hill spitting ill/

Like b real from cypress/

Hall of fame in this game like johnathan unitas/

Pull back hallmary send you to the sky quick/

Living fast but cautious with my approach/

They say you love it let it leave but this rap shit I’m never letting go/

Strategic with my words, every syllable a blow/

Filling up your ears with that silly putty flow/

Rakim and nas jones impressionable as a little woe/

The reason when i spit you bob your head to every single note/

Walking on this water but I’m not inside a boat/

You talking like you proper but no one will supercede my quot/

On another level i put in terms you understand/

Mic in my right turn this into gold with my other hand/

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Shade Sheist:

Verse 2:

I might as well be a fucking jeweler in the diamond district/

Cause everything i touch turn to platinum and gold/

Just like my chains and for long similar to dip sticks/

I roll with the misfits/

We truly outrageous i ain't gem though/

Cause thats a bitch and i ain't that you must me them hoe/

Ill tap your face like glass joe/

And break your zirconia/

Now thats for being fake you don’t know me bruh/

But you can not like your woman do/

Oh you didn’t know we was cliqued up/

You on speed dial number two/

Number one is her father/

I’m the one she call daddy when we taking a shower/

Sliding into that gradually/

I tasted the sour/

Chalk that into a tragedy /

Now i got all the power and 50 cent gon be mad at me/

But this no sitcom bro/

I’m more like real tv if you remember that show, though/

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