Dead President IV
[Verse 1]
Living life is Gucci
But all the treasure in the world can still make me gloomy
When I'm on the literal scene working in the kitchen so I stack that C.R.E.A.M
Been rhyming so I got the poetic steam
Rocking diamonds and getting money we call that ice-cream now
I'm spitting these rhymes like general relativity
My lyrical flexibility is the only possibility is me
Like S-N-double O-P
Using doggy style but I'm putting in the D
My rhymes flow feeling hella free
Direct shipping and satisfaction is always guaranteed
So there is no need for return if there is no fee
Pandora's box open
And I was the key

[Verse 2]
So allow me to look at the world at their ticked off asses
Filling up the [?] spitting flames to the masses
Until the trash rapper passes
Turn Lil's into ashes
No need to light matches no form of attachments
Split your body into fragments
And I
Do it cause they got no talent
No actual challenge
That's why I'm trying to scavenge for real rappers
[?] be no need for me to attack and make you bleed
[Outro]
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me