Dead Presidents Freestyle

Money is madness, money is power Even if you blind you know the money is ours In my mind is a couple crazy thoughts A couple crazy thots tryna get in my mind Tryna claim I forgot my roots Like I cut the tree And left for you but stayed for me They want the cream lemme remind I ain't done now People is hating on me cause all a sudden that I’m dumb now They don’t understand it, punchlines should be dumbed down Man rap is no fun now Ducking you like Donald, trumpets playing with the drums now Fired up like Donald Trump I’m sick of being run down Sick of being told not to come down I love this music Its like a rescue Even if I’m stuck in space I’ll make music thats a Neptune Got the money to rent you I’m the dude that you vent to If you sneezing, god bless you If you breathing god bless you Damn, you the type you been annoying me On my shit like a toilet seat Spitting colder than 4 degrees Fahrenheit 451 cause I’m burning words but its verbally Perfectly spit this dead president expect to hear from me Damn. Abe Lincoln on my wrist, thats a presidential rollie Spit cold Snow White, so the flow is always dopey Hopefully dope is enough to it large locally S’possed to be spitting poetry Til I do it like its supposed to be Dead Money is madness, money is mine Cause even if you didn't have it then I wouldn't mind But could I, say the same about ya’ll or is worthless Care more about purchase then the service A different version So much make up like you in the circus I’m on some different shit, the dopest - furthest At least I gotta purpose Certain people on my jock man they to uncertain Claim I make em’ nervous Hotter than a furnace Word to chief keef, me and him both Earned It I’m far from perfect. They can’t hear it so its prolly wordless Listen closer cause its going over your head you under the surface I swear you actin like a hermit.. Damn for real But this work ethic relentless Grinding in my sleep man my dreams need a dentist You rappers need to scramble Homie I ain’t talking breakfast You expect it lemme get back to the message for real I do it big homie I ain’t even hypnotized These people haters so you might as well be civilized They had money, then they bank account just simplified I wanna die the truth, half of ya'll just live a lie Rapping heavily, vibe to all of my melodies People filled with the jealousy Spitting bars like a felony Do it and then eventually People hate on the recipe So ahead of ya’ll you can’t see me like 370 Flight