Lyrics The One With The Presidential Freestyle - MARTY

I just-I just came through with all my misfits lookin' presidential

Yeah, somebody call up J.G. Wentworth
Your boy need a couple zeros in his net worth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Life's a game but who put this thing on expert? (Ye, ye)
I been fasting for two weeks and now my head hurt
Your pastor got a new whip, I got the same Toyota
Working hard, so my girl ain't sellin' Fashion Nova (Woo)
No tummy tea, no freeloading, this ain't baby Yoda
He a real good fella, no Ray Liotta

Nobody cares how you feelin' they just wanna hear some raps
Don't play this in the club I don't wanna see you dance
They not independent that's an industry plant
Please don't come around me if you lookin' for some daps
My comment section too wild, (Sorry) I just need to repent
It's more like a freestyle I just needed to vent
Why? 'Cause legends never die
Yeah, you see that ribbon in the sky

Wow, I just saw a video the other day
That said I was apart of the Illuminati
And uh, and I guess I'm here to clear things up
I am! Hahahahaha
I'm just kidding

Uh, yeah, I got another round left in me
I been workin' out tryna get the pounds off of me
I been stressin' out tryna run this
Race called life without wreckin' now
Not sure how this rap thing goin', but it's workin' out
Neighbors knockin' on my door, "Why you record in the house for?"
I been on tour, I'm tryna be in my house more
Wop, Satan waitin' on my downfall (Ayy)
That's when I switch it up, I hit him with the southpaw (Woo)
Uno, dos, tres, lookin' at the board only 20 seconds left
If I hit the halfcourt I'ma need that big check
I'ma cop a pink range in the name of Dipset
Gotta take my time, I'm always in a rush now
Haters gon' watch from the side, that's a buss down (Woo, woo)
Black mamba with the clutch now (R.I.P.)
Mix it with that Tom Brady that's a touchdown, woo

I just-I just came through with all my misfits lookin' presidential
Presidential, pr-pr-presidential
Presidential, pr-pr-pr-presidential