Dead Prezidents
BrownMindz
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Yeah, Brown Mindz, uh, too Big, A.D, yeah, Ac3, on the beat
Ayo, it's evident, I bring the eloquence, the flow is heaven sent
The diligence it make a difference when mixed with intellect
I represent the depths of the Mexican descent, nothing less
I'm a wreck, anyone who disrespect, bring the best from the West
Every time I take a step, psychedelics in the flesh
I'm the one you shouldn't press, respect is what's collected
Otherwise you get to steppin, I'm the guy that teach the lesson
Known to change a sheep perspective from stressin to counting blessings
Had to stop and feel the message, we don't flex up in the section
Give the game to adolescents, no time for second guessing
Gotta set the best of essence, no it ain't no misdirection
I'm the prophet that was destined, ask the reverend
I'm that motherfuckin' weapon, Trenchin through the Tetris
A selection to be reckoned, the method is interceptions
Of the past and the present, you goin have to feel the presence
Cause the feeling never lessens
Make a move, bitch, I'm diving off the deep end
All these dead presidents, I don't need friends
Yeah, these bills don't talk, but they make sense
I be in the field, passing right through your defense
Make a move, bitch, I'm diving off the deep end
All these dead presidents, I don't need friends
Yeah, these bills don't talk, but they make sense
I be in the field, passing right through your defense
Step up, uh, ain't time to run your mouth up
The streets is quick to doubt ya, and cops will flood your block up
Uh, seven digits, uh, yeah I'm with it
I get it if I'm sinning Finna stack another digit
Uh, I gotta get it, uh, the streets is wicked
For dead presidents, they be bombing down your building
Uh, they say the goat, but I'm in fear of the lamb
Leave you in a white sheet, like the Ku Klux Klan
Yeah, the Mindz be like Costra Nostra
Run your mouth and ghost ya, runnin business like we supposed to
And my Air Force one's better than your Concords
Show the gliss on my wrist, ballin' like I'm Shadeur
A.D, be the style Too Dope for you to clone
I be feeling myself like I lost my phone
A.D, be the style Too Dope for you to clone
I be feeling myself like I lost my phone
Make a move, bitch, I'm diving off the deep end
All these dead presidents, I don't need friends
Yeah, these bills don't talk, but they make sense
I be in the field, passing right through your defense
Make a move, bitch, I'm diving off the deep end
All these dead presidents, I don't need friends
Yeah, these bills don't talk, but they make sense
I be in the field, passing right through your defense
Fuck friends, I need more motherfuckin' enemies
I'm comin' with that energy, shots to your dome like Kennedy
Hop energy, they think they sick, well, I got the remedy
Yeah, I'm a Oner, but I'm movin' like there's 10 of me
No frenemies, don't need no niggas switchin' up
Boy, cause if you feelin' froggy, we can knuck
If you buck, so knuckle up
Been through pressure, but I never buckled up
And it's all about the money, so it's time to double up
Like Double Dutch, huh, gotta keep that pistol in the clutch
These streets will take your life and leave you in a crutch
These niggas animals, so cage them in a hutch
Yeah, gotta stay on point, ain't no bein' out of touch
Y'all know what's up
Make a move, bitch, I'm diving off the deep end
All these dead presidents, I don't need friends
Yeah, these bills don't talk, but they make sense
I be in the field passin' right through your defense
Make a move, bitch, I'm diving off the deep end
All these dead presidents, I don't need friends
Yeah, these bills don't talk, but they make sense
I be in the field passin' right through your defense