Verse 1 (Sina Kechi):
I know Interscope hears me, I'm a winner, dope, fear me
Still a sinner, so dare me, rappers for dinner, clothes scare me
So I'mma get you all naked, raped in my basement
Can't believe you're famous, yeah, I just wanna' state it
Statement is invalid, you gon' be rated
No money involved, I guess the no. 1 position is taken
I can't believe we're related, you say you protect the culture
n***a in every bar, no respect at all, here comes the butcher
Sorry can't sell you veggie-food, I just sell beef
You know Wayne? Tell him I feel bad, I smell thief
I do know you bit him, I just can't give a f** about
Someone who doesn't understand, still is stuck the f** around
Where you goin'? You running from a 16-year-old-kid
I got a name for you Mr. Bean, I swear on this
Song and everything I have, stupid comedian
You don't know how to beef, get me a disposable barbecue
Hook (2x):
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Everyday's gotta' be leu
Gotta' be real
And everything you say is gotta' be true
Verse 2 (Neo):
Here's the object of the lesson, I'm leaving aggression
In every one of my sessions, my intention to be mentioned
A legend no pretendin', I end it send me to heaven, my recipe
Hold my soul from unfolding my destiny, those who be testin' me
Rest in peace by a frozen piece, cold speech, to each his own
Except those being programmed by drones
Spittin' poems erode domes to this world like-a-phone
Leaving bombs n' minds blown, that's how we define dope
I might cope with your disasters, but I'm running faster
Leaving you behind, you've met your crushing master
Forthcoming, becoming the evil guy in Grey's Anatomy
I'm showing amnesty, actually, showin ' some agony
It's tragedy, my insanity removed the legality
Of this song, it ain't legal, finally showin' the majesty
Who has the balls to stab em' all, see em' fall
Wannabes were tall, Gs wanna brawl, let their graves call
Hook (2x):
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Everyday's gotta' be leu
Gotta' be real
And everything you say is gotta' be true
Verse 3 (Sina Kechi):
Sorry dudes, this ain't your day
I'm back in this b**h pussies, ricochet
Wanna game, sure, wanna cheat? I do not play
Just blame everybody around you, you so lame
Need no practice, and I won't do it for status
My music glows pa**ion, I spit snow, dragon
The bar above has more logic than all your actions
Will I fall? No sadness, I can't imagine your magnum
People be ducking your bars like they be Matrix
No one's gonna save you now when it rains sh**
Burn you in my basement, get you to the bedroom
You should watch your mouth, cause you'll be dead soon
Confess now, no stress pal, b**h I'm blessed
I stole your whole world and it feels like it's theft
It doesn't have to be blood like in my fantasies
But what you do against others, comes back at you, that's reality
Outro:
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Everyday's gotta' be leu
Gotta' be real
And everything you say is gotta' be true