Bas - Degenerate Confederate lyrics

[Interlude] When they see you are inferior do not believe a word they say. Fiends. Resist. When they say they need billions of dollars to build bonds instead of schools open your eyes. Fiends. Resist. When they say they want to reserve our way of life so they must take life, this is a lie. Resist. Super Mook. Speak truth of power, do not comply. [Verse 1] Listen up, I'm gone like ET No prone alloy, all white GT Waking up early morning not easy Bas is a fiend, snort 'til at least 3 Coming up, watch me peak White home with a loan, this not DC, but I be the president Run the confederate of the generous Well, b**hes never sell a bit Trying to get in my city better sell a bit Sell a bit, sell 'Piff, n***a sell a brick Sell tricks up, make your stretch boy New Jigster, that's my next toy Going like Wall Street after exploits Off that, bomb weed that I explore Calmly, board the next plane at the airport Where I'm going? Who knows Anywhere it ain't snowing with two hoes Penthouse, condo with two floors Dipping through minor coke and two doors New ports, sh**, they ain't hotter than me Kick up my feet like an [?] G' Wake up, my bed makes itself Bake up, inhale, take deep breath [Interlude 2] Do not believe. Do not accept. Do not be afraid. Do not surrender. Do not judge. Super Mook. Do not [?] against my neighbor. [Verse 2] So high I can never find a f**ing thing But I always find my f**ing bling Where was I? Riding on the rings Saturn, swagger, got me all rapping out of pattern Smoking good, give your b**h wood like a tavern If they could, bet them n***as would Doesn't matter, cause they can't serve them hoes They ain't on a platter, took my bank Eminem, n***a Marshall Mathers That's a couple milli' hoe, stuntin' like a video Burning on the piccolo, green New York City Fiend City colder than the ghoster EDM mean Streets like a cobra, until you get bitten you probably wouldn't even know what I mean They ask, but they never know what I seen So busy trying to scheme a n***a forgot to dream I'm dreamin' lucid Chess not checkers ya'll n***as stupid Bet's not check cause ya'll n***as foolish Bas serve 'em hot ya'll at the [?] Damn, revenge is a dish best served cold So, I wish that to them a**holes Yeah, wave goodbye to my last goals Set sight on the flag poles Bas