Style stealing niggas with no substance
What's this bullshit becoming
Am I just a product of the past?
A present monument and relic?
Relish in others' disappointment long as I've been winnin'
Long and again in this cold world of sin and salutation
We see small trends devour nations
And as my heart match the Earth's rotation
Ups and downs in elevation
Sit and think how deep the links of what I'm sayin'
Walk past, look out the side of your eye
And try to act like you don't see
Closely, just ole me
Me and Noah chilling drinking OE
Oh I live for more than second. Kept getting rejected
So fuck you all, I'll play my game and make you want to join
In time design my lane
The coin is change the game deserves
The phrase is "word"
Making it hurt to hate me more than those related
Debatably the greatest since now every rapper claims it
I hope that by the end of my rope they understand all my quotes
Instead of trying it
Divine intervention on the rhymes that I've written
And a minor inquisition on the beat that I'm spittin'
In my life of indecision now I find my position
I'm on the way up
It ain't about the paper. I'm more about the faces. You out for
We out for dead fucking presidents. Dead fucking presidents