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Rather you me
If been fucking with me since Port of Miami
It's been of a fucking journey
Music
Ain't nun' changed
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more
it on America
it
Beat

I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the
Her future bright, don't give a about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the
But I know that she's missing all the
I run the game just by running the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga
Walking in the court room, on the beverage
I know the so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a (R. Kelly)
loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her rapping
Can't trust no people with the presser
I got a chopper, but don't make me be the
He on the door and all the Baswares
Gave me where I'm hiding in the last verse

Dead presidents, them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' militant
Let's go to trial, we till proven innocent
Dead presidents, them dead presidents
presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair
go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

I got thirty white like Tommy Lee
I drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I'm as fuck
I got wet pussy at the airport
I got green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred bales in the tub
Fuck Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war
the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
I was posted on the stupid, hanging with my Haitians
Murder's on the news, all pages
Gunning and catching bodies, no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in
They two times in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm fucking niggas hoes cus they
I'm in here fucking niggas wives, breezy
She gotta fuck like she like she need me
I got my flooded all with extra TVs
I make a every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek

Dead presidents, dead dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them presidents
go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial, we till proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them presidents
Dead presidents, dead them presidents
Fair sentences, fair, sentences
Let's go to trial, we guilty till innocent

go!
Hands on these niggas, got the bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow
Fuck you niggas woes, when I was nigga
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy
Build a empire, that's whats my state of mind
Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's my state of mind
Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego
Meanwhile the kids like its Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you who got the truths
when I bought my first rollie
Legend in my hood just I'm Escobar
riding dirty in the extra car

Dead presidents, dead them presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty till innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead
presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair
Let's go to trial, we till proven innocent