X - Dead presidents freestyle lyrics

(f** all that flashy sh** n***as is hungry yall n***as know what time it is its COME UP SEASON) (dead presidents… to represent me) [Verse 1: Ranshaw] Check.. Im the king up in this muthaf**ing castle spit like tobacco head shot for any opp trynna stop my cash flow call gunna hit em with the mack though pap* pap* make em lean back like he fat joe I might take a loss but you know im coming back though A b**h behind my back but when you see me give me daps though I hate you fake a** n***a you make me sick A real n***a like me will come and take yo b**h Nowadays you can't find a goon who ain't gone switch nowadays you can't find a goon who ain't gone snitch I split a chocolate dutch i poor a goddis inside i roll a chocolate dutch okay its time to ride Im just tryna get high im just tryna get bye I swear to god im so up i just moved in with the sky You n***a sweet like pie potato at that Bro we gotta silence the crime potato on gat Turn his polo to a salad tomato at that You n***as want that raw sh** K.. im bringing it back See i be on some street sh** 07 nappy braid blood hound meek sh** Bottom line i be on some G sh** Bunch of bumb a** n***as yall be on some flea sh** I hear it in yall songs now yall be on some me sh** Gotta stay away from guys who on hoe sh** dont hate that one n***a that swear he know sh**? Dont you hate that one n***a who swear you owe sh** First thing you say when you think of me is OH sh*t ! Success in my circle try to break it i hurt you beat the sh** outta like ya mom when you breaking ya curfew You can ask ya b**h about me i put in work Im a p**n star sober baby i dont need a perk n***as been talking sh** since 2012 with no paper My baldy get more p**y then you dirty a** haters If its on we handle it now f** later im so hot they put me in the same lane as jada (you hear me turning the page? its the book sh** you know its real right now ) [Verse 2: Ranshaw ] Uh uh f** is you saying forreal s**a you playing i pop b**hes like bacon i give her D no jamaican They call me the horny satan i got no time for vacation i'm paying b**hes like stations i never gave up the statement don't worry bout what im making im going hard in the basement You haters beat that im baking this history in the making (dayummm) In my life time i grew up with reasonable doubts ran this ran that what's the speaking about? (what yall talking about?) GME the dynasty thats who what tweeting about And that hard knock life is what im preaching about i gave young n***as the blue print to cut their head im also motivation to get this bread Your not an american gangsta you will be dead And when i have my first debut the album will be black And i heard ya lil mix tape and obvious its wack You sound like a cold stone k**a and p**y you ain't that The game is f**ed up all the lame n***as got lucked up If i dont make it in rap, tough luck Watch ya back outside you will get stuck up If you hotter than me ? young f** put a buck up BLAH ! (dead .. presidents to represent me) (dead…. Presidents to represent me) (dead presidents...to represent me) (im out for presidents to represent me ) HIP HOP!