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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 changed nigga
Lil' stronger, wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
it on America
it
Beat

I'm pulling off the lot, I the cash
Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her
Her ass be looking inside the leggings
But I know she's missing all the edges
I run the just by running with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga
Walking in the court room, on the beverage
I the judge so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you wrote a letter
in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can't trust no people fucking the presser
I got a chopper, but make me be the devil
He knocking on the and all the Baswares
Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last

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

I got thirty bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make money
On my passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper at the airport
I got molly dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine in some house shoes
I got money, nigga, I got war wounds
the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
I was posted on the [??] stupid, with my Haitians
Murder's on the news, all pages
Gunning and catching bodies, no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins in Fiji
rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm fucking hoes cus they easy
I'm in fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck she love like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded all with TVs
I make a movie single fucking day
I Travolta when I flood that Patek face

Dead presidents, 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 dead
Dead presidents, dead them dead
sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let's go to trial, we till proven innocent

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

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