Distopia (feat. Witcho Melo)

Don't tell me what's in the bag, Don't do it Don't do it Skeletons walkin' down Main Street now With the dead presidents talkin' bullshit wow Grab a chopper off his head, it's business now Let the dead presidents talk your bullshit now Skeletons walkin' down Main Street now With the dead presidents talkin' bullshit wow Grab a chopper off his head, it's business now Let the dead presidents talk your bullshit now Skeletons walkin' down Main Street now With the dead presidents talkin' bullshit Grab a chopper off his head, it's business now Let the dead presidents talk your bullshit now Meta knight, snake skin, gotta wear the boots Let the rich niggas talk, if they wanna hear the truth I was trippin' off this French model, she was givin' head Told the bitch that I'm killin' man, I want him dead in Back to the basics, I'm on a mission Okay, yeah Back to the basics, I'm on a mission They say I'm losin', but that shit is obviously fiction I put the truth in the shit So really no need for the gimmicks One of the things gon' turn When they need some shit from the realest I'm breakin' the modes and the chains They say fame turn you cold But shit, nigga, I'm still the same Way ahead of my time Put stock in the game Still smokin', I'm strong No more runnin' from the law Thank the Lord that I got away Lookin' like I'm goin' in Give a f*ck, knowin' this Ayy This shit never been hard, it's just ventin Smokin' on pack is my prescription Y'all niggas so science fiction Throwin' up the deuces in the crowd Like I'm Nixon But please, I'm tryin' to put my mind at ease Plus I'm turnin' up the heat Cause I got all degrees And when it's said and done Y'all be beggin' on your knees For me to give y'all niggas a little bit of room So y'all can breathe For the soul that wears the sheath And the souls that wears the breasts And the heart gotta pause to breathe And me, myself, and I can finally rest From pushin' all this, all this, all this Me, myself, and I can finally rest From pushin' all this, all this Skeletons walkin' down Main Street now With the dead presidents talkin' bullshit wow Grab a chopper off his head, it's business now Let the dead presidents talk your bullshit now Skeletons walkin' down Main Street now With the dead presidents talkin' bullshit wow Grab a chopper off his head, it's business now Let the dead presidents talk your bullshit now Imma trap that bitch Hoes can't remove my shit I'm impressed Baby girl do a split Right down on my dick You're a star That shit take you far Foreign brains and cars That shit hard Three hoes in the cars Now that bitch is gone Yeah