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Rather you me
If you've been with me since Port of Miami
been hell of a fucking journey
M-m-maybach
Ain't nun' nigga
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a more violent
it on America
it
Beat

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

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

I got thirty bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood
On my passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
I got wet pussy at the airport
I got green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a bales in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war
the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
I was on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians
Murder's on the news, all front
Gunning and catching bodies, no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in
They rocking two times in a row, that's a
And I'm fucking niggas hoes cus easy
I'm in fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She fuck like she love like she need me
I got my Maybach all with extra TVs
I make a movie every fucking day
I John when I flood that Patek face

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

go!
Hands on niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket the yellow pages
you niggas woes, when I was ashing nigga
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy
a empire, yeah that's whats my state of mind
Motherfuck 'em all, yeah whats my state of mind
Keep the block there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking its Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you know who got the
Sixteen I bought my first rollie
Legend in my hood like I'm Escobar
Never dirty in the extra car

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