Dead Presidents Freestyle

[Verse 1]

No question, you ain't gotta A-S-K

I fly through, pocket full of J-F-Ks

I rise to, the occasion like toast

With totes on the waist

And I flood your watch flooded like a basement man

You and my main foes fold like clean clothes

Sub-machine holes the size of Shaq rings in between your eyes like nose

Pinky mac ring like the song that Peedi Crack sings, I Propose

Don't make me stand up, told you

You ain't gotta have your hands up

I was like, screw paper

Then I ran round touched money, changed my mind

Mind on my change so I tucked money hands down

Now, in addition to the semi

There's paper on the waist like Henry

And niggas ain't seeing what I'm keeping concealed

They wanna be it, chill; you would leak it if the secret's revealed

Peep it, might leak it to polices and squeal

Then you gotta hide money like

Fresh or witness protect

Went from, best to business exec in less than 4!

You can get it in the chest like Fresh

Anything not next to Tec is hidden in the floor

So act like you Denzel or Rudy Ray Moore

Wait, there's more:

Let me catch you tappin' my floor like Savion or Morse

Hope you like the sound of hollow, I got more

I black out like DOS, how you gonna back out

There's no back doors, like Porsche

Or course, it's the Boss, Tony Danza of Stanza

Springsteen of sixteens

It's nothin' sweet, it's Lupe

I am White people's Kool-Aid, it's mean

The baller with the goggles like Kareem

From Chicago with the models on the scene

Duck fellas

Better get down like duck feathers

A rhyme or a crushed pepper

A grinder yeah that's much better

You a, dice game I'm a casino man

Hustler for life, you hear the lingo and

Find me covered in ice like Encino Man

Only one missin' is Pacino, man

Get it, ha ha