Dead Presidents (Freestyle)

[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 bitches 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 bitch one day
But I never forget, that elephant shit
Louis Vuitton and Gucci yeah that delicate stitch
Why you talking you irrelevant bitch
And you ain't fucking with my style like its celibate kid
See me chilling straight killing in the freshest of kicks
More money more problems I ain't stressing a bit
Nah
I ain't stressing a bit

[OUTRO]