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