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

I'm pulling off the lot, I the cash
Her future bright, don't a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking good the leggings
But I know that she's missing all the
I run the game just by with the felons
out the Judy, got rich nigga calisthenics
Walking in the court room, sipping on the
I know the so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a
Still in a box, got her acapella
Can't trust no fucking with the presser
I got a chopper, but make me be the devil
He knocking on the and all the Baswares
Gave me where I'm hiding in the last verse

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

I got thirty white bitches Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I blood money
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as
I got wet stripper pussy at the
I got green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a bales in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine in some house shoes
I got money, nigga, I got war wounds
This the culture on the hammer, ain't no 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
rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm fucking niggas hoes cus they
I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls
She gotta fuck like she love like she me
I got my Maybach all with extra TVs
I make a movie single fucking day
I John when I flood that Patek face

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

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

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