Material Theory - Dead Presidents lyrics

[Verse 1: eXceL] These n***as Farthest from humble So I'm bringing the pies for the street Not talking white, or talking pipes Talking raps on the beats They saying, "n***a you a square 'Cuz you never around" Hate on their mind like angry barbers be fading them now Favorite player AI Nah I dont need to practice fam I'm Crossing legends, and I don't really give a damn Word to Jidenna Cuz this gon be a cla**ic man I spit that hard sh**, and it ain't Never flaccid ma'am They say Im gifted cuz the way that I rap is unique Andre Young would be upset how I'm doing these beats The face of a coward's the back of his head as he run I fear bullets, not the n***a behind the gun There ain't another man alive that could say I'm his son Even my father asks my mother where I get it from Im Snatching n***as watches 'Cuz greatness takes time They never seen it coming, like s** with the blind Corduroy pillows, they sleeping on my lines Thoughts of a k**er, got warrants for all my rhymes Spit like black Friday is every f**ing day 'Cuz hey, a n***a bound to get a deal that way They flowing like streams in the spot if I go Prior to they to set like some horny a** hoes Hungry for this game, got the arrows and the bows Travel with body bags cuz I'm coming for the dough The dead presidents [Verse 2: Kfrxsh] Time is money, it's evident that spending I'm it k**in the game, we disposing of the evidence Born into excellence so we setting the precedent, to reclaim the throne Got in me in zone like 2-3 That's 5 hoes callin' my phone But f** that I'd rather spend my nights alone Just counting this money I'm on a mission although I'd never admit it I'm a k**er in my mind, so someone have me admitted And you still thinking that you better than me I'm running laps around your dreams and I ain't never asleep, my n***a Stacking these figures until 6 is just another number My bars are lightning, and best believe I got the thunder No NBA though They preaching peace as if they NATO I took your b**h but soon discovered that her a** was play-doh We dropping bombs, but calling it peace They k**in n***as everyday just trying to breathe R.I.P. to the souls who died for the freedom of speech They makin millions, but rappers they be saying the least I'm chasing billions like Rothschilds and Rockefellers Step outta line that 9 milli' will rock a fella