Tided (feat. Pre$ident Jay)

Watch me catch it, yo We vibin', smokin' while drivin', linin' up the consequences like we tiling Gave up a Gandhi for a Stalin, America's rocky now, you can catch us tidin' F*ck your waves, nigga, I be on my own flow F*ck you Trumpin' niggas, I'ma start my own show Donald Duck, you can never stop the quackin' Rarely show my food, but a nigga steady smackin' And snappin' every beat into two pieces as a sidebar, metaphors where I lay feces Ha That's a deal if you ask me, and please keep the credit I don't need it, bro, it's all free Never like the states we united in Money talks the most, and that's what we abding in Killin' off the host if it means more change Feelin' off the post, Facebookin' for a change, but ain't shit gon' change You all want the money and them ugly ass chains I just want peace and a dime well trained Ignorance got us all livin' the same bliss We vibin', smokin' while drivin', linin' up the consequences like we tilin' Gave up a Gandhi for a Stalin, America's rocky now, you can catch us tidin' We vibin', smokin' while drivin', linin' up the consequences like we tilin' Gave up a Gandhi for a Stalin, America's rocky now, you can catch us tilin' F*ck America, the police think I'm scared of them Ain't no watch that can keep me on time Pull up to the scene, my whip resemble Optimus Prime Lately I've been coughin' verses, told the doctor it's fine, I'm straight, look Niggas be lyin' with straight looks, uh Left a snake shook, this blade could play hooks Believe it, you anxious This the final chapter, baby, don't sleep in the wrong book If you know what I mean, I know what you need Fingers itchy, I know how it be When higher power keep on callin' on me, never assume Hands together, I've been prayin' for you My grip tight, I ignite the mic Hopin' you catch the vibe, I'm straight My nigga, yeah, I'm good Livin' stress free, my broddie just sparked the wood F*ck the media On the internet, exactly where we leavin' them And let the truth be told, we ain't never needed them They wasn't fuckin' with the kid, they don't believe in him Until they see it's him, um Maybe it's a bird, or a plane, or a criminal He got a pistol on his hip, this individual is black Got a brain strap, lyrical, he probably made stacks Couple hoes in his Maybach, f*ck about the truth They gon' hate that, they see me blowin' smoke I watch them niggas change his train tracks Gladiator in a cage match