DPIV

DANTE?
Bunny on the beat

Hop on these new and exclusive beats, I feel like I work for Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre)
They keep on talkin' 'bout prophecies, but nobody here gon' stop the flame (Stoppin' it)
He like a walker, left for dead when that choppa bang
Mid-level top is the spot where I gotta aim (Phew)
I am the- I am the one, call me "George"
Like John Adams, create an unstoppable force
Thomas Jefferson, I been against all the courts
James Madison vibes, always been a dark horse
Like Monroe, these bitches say that I am well-formed
JQA, they can't stop me from livin' reformed
Bitch, I warned you like taxes from Andrew Jackson (Damn)
Die like Martin, you under my wing, got no traction (Shit)
Leave 'em like William Harrison
In a short time, you'll die with them activists, activists (Yeah)
Yeah, two bitches at once, damn, I feel like John Tyler
Fort Knox, I am the one that knocks when them shots get fired
Taylor gang, how I smoke 'em, Mike Myers
And, no (Fah-fah-fah), no, I ain't Millard (Hell nah)
I'll rip out ya motherfuckin' gizzards (Rip 'em)
And pierce through his soul like a villain (You trippin')
You like Buchanan, bitch, we can't chill with (Fuck)
Ayy, bruh goin' ham in a Lincoln
After that, I'll take over like Andrew (What?), I'm thinkin
Ulysses S. Grant, I'ma grant you a sanction (Shh), in fact (Don't say shit, shh)
In fact, like the nineteenth president, I stay on track
And fuck assassination, I got nine lives like Garfield the cat (Bitch, I'm not dyin')
Pick a side, either way they gon burn ya (Phew), Chester A. Arthur (Bitch)
This ain't Cleveland, but I'ma give them a reason to make a departure (Yeah, like, bitch?)
Like Benjamin, stay on my porch (One hunnid, one hunnid), fuck them martyrs (Huh-huh-huh-huh)
If I leave, I'm coming back just like Grover
Like McKinley, got drive like a motor (Skrrt)
They tried for my death, Roosevelt in October (No OVO)
William Howard, give 'em hell, not high water (Diizii, phew)

Huh, bitch, I'm a joint like Drakeo
Stuntin' on niggas, flip 'em off, I'm an a-hole
That's not yo' bidness, I'm all 'bout my queso (Bitch)
That's not yo' bidness, I'm all 'bout my pesos, I'm all 'bout my dollars
Tweakin' ass bitches be off of that molly, off of the Xans
I'm not yo' mans, I got the game in my hands
Bitch, D.P., that is dead presidents (Okay)
My homie Ben Franklin, that's evident (One hunnid)
I met God in West A, so I'm heaven-sent
Uh, that's where I'm at, where you headin', bitch? (Where you at?)
Come on, bitch, throw the dead presidents, dead
You can get some if you throwin' that head
Don't ask me again 'cause you know what I said
My lo' in her guts, now she leavin' my bed (What the fuck?)
Uh, run 'em pockets, get that cheese, please (Shit)
Money coming in with ease, please (Shit)
Blunts and the J's, I'm on these, please (Shit)
Fuckin' with me? Get the pieces like Reese's (Shit)
Bitch, I'm a don since a fetus, I'm a genius (Shit)
Bitch, I want in if it's hands or it's heaters (Ah)
Ten shots to the face, now he can't even see us
And now he met Jesus (Phew)

Ben Franklin in my pocket
I'm shootin' that fuckin' rocket
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