Dead Prez Freestyle

I'm still counting dead prez Even tho my homies dead I'm still counting dead prez I'm still counting dead prez Even though my homies dead I'm still getting to the bread I'm Still counting dead prez I’m still counting dead prez Even tho my homies dead I'm Still counting dead prez I’m still counting dead prez Yeah I’m getting to the bread Hit the bloc with lil ant And I would wait for Quez I can’t believe That my lil homies is dead Now I wait on Stan With the master plan He still got the white But it getting hard to handle Man these niggas telling Every muthafucking weekend I can’t even speak it Like what the fuck I'm tweaking On the fucking white too The way the fuck it went around Feel like a blizzard fucked around And took over my whole town Damn Ms. Gina done said it That all these kids fucked around And got posted on reddit With these guns Having fun Tryna count these fucking funds Be silly out here looking like a nun 'Cus they stay off in the church with the black Looking dead I done fucking left the blue thang for the red I done fucking left the red Thangs for the gold I don’t try to be too hot 'Cus the game is so cold I’m still counting dead prez Even though my homies dead Fucked around And I ain’t got no where to be fed Had so many dogs Buried them in the back Now my muthafucking auntie Had a muthafucking heart attack Shit done fucking scared me Shit is getting scary Niggas out here looking Like some muthafucking fairies I’m just feeling fair g They way I’m fucking dipping On the lsd I’m tripping I'm still counting dead prez Even tho my homies dead I'm still counting dead prez I'm still counting dead prez Even though my homies dead I'm still getting to the bread I'm Still counting dead prez I’m still counting dead prez Even though my homies dead I'm Still counting dead prez I’m still counting dead prez Yeah I’m getting to the bread Don’t let this paper ever Go to my head Think about my OGs And what they said Looking at the old Text messages on read Damn So many words I wish I said Uh shit be getting sadder Niggas out here Dying from they bladder Kidney failure Every other fucking person I’m like damn Snatching purses Aye cus u know I need my paper Fuck about a hater I be out here like a skater Out there on the burnside Doing kick flips And I make that shit flip So so quick Feel like DJ Quik With the Sugafree on me Bitches fucking love me And they treat me like they homie I could fucking stay at they house Like its Airbnb Watching tv Fuck around I'm watching me Damn I think about my little Homie juice I was he was still here 'Cus that man had the juice And my lil homie peep He wouldn’t say a peep About the shit we doing 'Cus he know not to speak bout these muthafucking frauds 'Cus we keep it too real I done fucked around and should’ve Closed so many fucking deals But my heart was too real So I had to step back Rip to my young nigga Mac I'm still counting dead prez Even tho my homies dead I'm still counting dead prez I'm still counting dead prez Even tho my homies dead I'm still getting to the bread I'm Still counting dead prez I’m still counting dead prez Even tho my homies dead I'm Still counting dead prez I’m still counting dead prez Yeah I’m getting to the bread I’m still getting to bread Even tho my homie dead I’m still counting dead prez This money ain’t ever really going to my head