[DGAF]
It’s all about the benjamins
That’s why I’m getting it
It’s fifty fifty if I get a sense
Rolling up, as the hours blend,
Foul cerebral, fueling people gassing me
I guess they on that sour diesel
I feel salty, cause ya boy is really crunching the numbers
Like bill cosby, but I’m guessing they don’t fuck with the youngin
The up and the comer, from iphone
To nice mic, and tight flow
I write, write, each night I
Key nice like a typo
Rest in peace to people caught in the struggle
And let em free to all the people out there caught in a bubble
Find solitude in something, shit it’s how I treat rap
People told me not to quit, shit and now I see that
From sitting on the bench, to swishing on the rim
Like I missed it on the tip, no rebounding from that
Like the, black mamba, with skills to match call em
The real, I smash on em then kill, the rap Dahmer
Mad bomber, caught a body, Jap call em Nagasaki
Strap on I’m kamikaze, rap dogs ought to watch me
As I blow up, not a feeling in the world that could touch this high
When I clutch this mic
It’s like my lungs get wide, and my tongue spits fire
In the process I drop stress, come get mine
I wanna stunt, let’s shine, lemme get Jefferson’s
Moving up, pledge allegiance to the fucking dead presidents

[Eedee]
They said the day I spit fire there'd be pigs flyin'
Well Adele just touched down for her tour, homie so sit quiet
All you dick riders saying that I bite Em
I'm showin' some teeth, no teeth? Well alright then
Let me write this without any judgement
Never fear, sweat and tears, I bleed onto this mic like a cut lip
Fuck this, man, I'm ready to go
Anticipations in my voice, and now I'm lettin' it show
I'm feeling up to it like Eedee's day off
Homie the TV stays off because my CD bass knocks
And it's easy, they scoff, but it's hard as shit
When I target this heart of his, it breaks and I'm a part of it
I hardly spin any of you rappers anyway
So to be fair why the fuck should I expect the same?
In the real world, there's not a chance at all
But in this fantasy I'm livin', I don't pass the ball
I won't catch you fall, I don't care enough
The only thing I care about is how I'm livin' in America
Gotta pay the bills, I gotta make it still
I was made to kill, straight spittin' with a Derringer
I've been through the ringer, now my ears ringin'
5 years spittin', grindin', now I show you the picture
Penny for your thoughts - Abe Lincoln this
If there's a shot I'ma take it, stay vigilant

[Dimes]
Young lyrical nigga, spherical figure
I ain't coming full circle, it's three dimensional nigga
The hunger is Ethiopian, wonder if he'll be dope again?
Trials and tribulations to go through like Tyler Perry films
They wanna follow me but I try to tell them please
They look to me like I, I got the key
I show these niggas how to give
All they wanna do is take
Tryna show just how they real
Real facades to show they fake
I don't want no mediocre, competition is behind me
Going fishing, got a vision, what I see ain't Tiny
Yeah I'm faded off of that six pack
Crunching numbers for that click clack
44 for your 38 tell your special ass to just sick back
Buckle up fore you hit that
Cause I ain't breaking, I'ma have to crash
Over your head, or rather under your nose
And nigga ask yourself, did you do the math?
Dead Presidents to chose my path
Three Jefferson's marketing beats, demonic craft
Fallen angels all around me, the way I was taught
Is obsolete, no more repeating bodies lay in a box
Gotta get it how you live it, now that shit'll get you fitted
Cap was burning through your lungs
Brothers shot you gotta quit it
Gotta get it how you live it, casting weight and you will feel it
Daughter looking for her father, baby momma dropping college
Gotta get it how you live it, money gripped your life I get it
Keep on fucking with that yay they'll never see just what you're made of