Tunez - Dead Presidents (Freestyle) lyrics

[INTRO] [Verse 1: Tunez] Can we kick it like FIFA I only want you for one night, I might lease ya Nike with the TISA Damn I might need a couple shots of that liquor A sober mind disguise's and I'm prized in being realer than most Lames lying to boast But I'm pulling their coats Rise and grind I'm focused on getting toast And so Let this play out Oh you're balling cause you coped the Concords so you're feeling like J now? Yall hoes I call you JWow Whatcha say now, paralyzed they ain't feeling ya style It's wild Ain't no room for a puppy in the jungle Boy I swear a blind man could find trouble She let me crank Find her way back to you thats where she cuddle up Avoiding the truth, she tryna switch the subject up Dead Prez's we just trying to get our bundles up Grinding through the night so we can stunt when the sun is up I had a dream and I achieved it Them b**hes slept on me My team just believed it Now I'm icing out my wrist play boy I dont need it My shine been bright even Stevie Wonder seen it And now I'm Willie Beaman On any given Sunday Moving through my town like Ima leave this b**h one day But I never forget, that elephant sh** Louis Vuitton and Gucci yeah that delicate stitch Why you talking you irrelevant b**h And you ain't f**ing with my style like its celibate kid See me chilling straight k**ing in the freshest of kicks More money more problems I ain't stressing a bit Nah I ain't stressing a bit [OUTRO]