C-Sick - Dead Presidents IV lyrics

[Snippet: J. Cole] Ayo, ayo you didn't come right man If you gon come on Dead Presidents son you gotta come hard, son! You gotta come harder than that son! [Intro] Dwo this, Dwo that Dwo this, Dwo raps? Yeah b**h you already know [Verse 1] I'm in a league of my own Always coming in first, boy you in that 2-3 zone You can't defend me, and anything you say just won't offend me Presidents represent me, and I ain't talking bout pennys n***a I'm out to get it, book it never forget it Got my head in the game, these n***as looking beheaded That's cause I bring the guillotine, all these haters in between I don't f** with X's, that was when I was a wolverine Going aggressive so all of y'all get the message I'm a menace like Dennis, and if you wanna talk tennis My flow is hotter than Venus, I'm Drizzy pulling Serenas But if she doesn't stop her racket, I guess I'll have to Djokovic “That's too aggressive, Dwo, I'm not really likin this” Lyrics have a mind of their own, kind of like my dick So everything I say, you should take it with a grain of salt You're sounding like you took the whole shaker, b**h it's not my fault Hit the mic, hit the vault, get convicted for a**ault My brothers is prolly flipping, something like a somersault Told you I was reckless, I told you I was reckless I've been doing this since I was 12, how could you expect less And I heard the consensus Was that I got the lyrics that are making n***as re-read every single sentence That's just how I roll, every verse is an adventure The best overall, let me put on my suspenders Turning beats into my symphonies, my voice is like an orchestra Been studying the game and now I think I know the formula Subtracting all the haters, cause none of them are equal Then I multiply my money and divide it for the people You don't even have a fraction of the talent I possess Looking down on my denominators, calculate what's coming next You see me grab a pen, to me thats like a knife my friend Cause everytime I write a verse I'm tryna k** it once again (k** em) Especially if I direct it to the opposition Spitting and spreading and spraying all of my ammunition Splitting and shredding and slaying all of my competition Did you get all of that, or do you need some repetition? For my verses, I'm not looking for compensation All I wanna do is force my way into the conversation Of lyricists that be k**ing it now and across the nation I just wanna make it more than my imagination And all that sh** they calling rap makes me wanna chuckle I'm tryna piece it together but I'm still feeling puzzled And if I had a dime for every time I've heard a wack track I'd probably be able to buy em all a muzzle Leaving you n***as muffled, without a word to mumble My people know I'm humble, but I'm still ready to rumble Even the veterans, I'm ready if they want the trouble I may be young, but this is not the way the rookie crumbles And I will never stumble, well maybe that's a lie Even the legends had to fall before they learned to fly The last verse for the doubters, so you can fast forward Uma slaughter the lambs, who am I gon pa**over? The wolf wearing the wool, but now the past's over I crash borders and cancel all of they're trash orders And I deliver like a Jazz forward Rap bout to lose it's heartbeat, and I'm one of the last donors With no special effects and a mic in the closet All surrounded by pillows, I learned that sh** from Logic Middle fingers to distractions and doubts And anybody that told me I'd never make it out, well sh** Now that I'm over here, now that I'm over you I'm gonna drop a tape, four years overdue [bang]