Dead Presidents

[Verse 1]
I fly like a jet son
Too High in impressions
Depression
Can’t stop all the freshness
Buy out of my stressing
Collecting
From Virgil to kinfolk
I put it in pencil
Stencil
No Mona Lisa
My shit is the temple
Enter
Smoking on indo
I’m stroking on indo
Been so
Influential
I think that I’m mental
Crazy
I been like pay me
Fuck you maybe
Lately
My minds been pacing
My skies are hazy
Greyscale
Don’t know me too well
I know you two well
One remaining neutral
The others a school child, yuh

[Verse 2]
A small conversation
I’ll talk to you ***
It's all weak infrastructure
Ain’t a loss what you had
I told ******
I’ll beat his fucking ass he get in my face again
When you got the system on your side you’re always in place to win
Fuck it
Where I’m going you niggas will never touch it
Jealousy and envy in this shit will get you punished
Embarrass me you might as well prepare for what been coming
The growth I made all along was stunted
Had a broad but shit was nothing
I put my hands to work a slave but shit was running
The amount of work I put to yall
Amalgamates to fucker
Guess you asked for this
Would ask the desists
But war is my mother
You take the piss
A basic bitch
Would rather rob his brother
This fake legit
And racist shit
Won’t last another summer
My guess betwixted all in therapy
Is heresy tore asunder
No care for me
That passive speech
Could make the 9th wonder