Dead Presidents
• Written by Dutchie
#Verse 1
Look outside the window, see some dead presidents
See some honest men that are just tryna represent
Look out there again, and it's turned to fall
Just a bunch of young kids that are trying to ball
I've been hurting a lot, yesterday I felt it all
Most of it I don't know,it's hard to recall.
I'm trying to fit through a tiny crack in the wall
To be a "Good" rapper, that's a tall order,
But I guess I'll get better, as I get older
And I guess that's how it is , just to get respect
Like how you aren't real, unless you hold the tec
I'm trying to deal, but they don't want this deck
I'll do what I like, and I like to rap
Getting famous? That's a rabbit in the hat
#Hook(x2)
So, watch that kid go, watch him sell his soul (x3)
But it's not really magic when he makes that gold
#Verse 2
I'm sick of this life, everyday is slow
I feel so weak, but nobody knows
I Can't wait til' it's my turn to flow
When I get on stage and prove them wrong
I'll find a way to change up my songs
You won't recognize the new Hip-Hop
You think you'll get props cus' you name drop
But that doesn't do shit for your career
In case you forgot, music's what they wanna hear
So sit down, and write some decent lines
Cus your shit is sub-par and mine is sublime
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About the Artist
Dutchie
Member since July 31 2015