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Yea
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian with a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless naw we dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for
They got the game twisted, traffic in this rap shit
Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, my name
Now lame niggas could never get it
Like bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it , my flow a devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I dropped I fall for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a train
Its dope, then you should know the suppliers
Its J. Cole, set of horns and a
And all these Jose Canseco wanna like Waco
Its hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing
Yo Im in a league of my own so the fuck would I play for!?
Some niggas almost slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I aint Maury Povich but who the fuck is you
These big niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to stress
I guess the is protested like a sit in
I my niggas we would get in
But that aint even the battle
behind like a shadow
Or you
Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a
I'd climb motherfucker to the top and never let it go!

(Im out for to represent me nigga!)
I out or to represent me, yea!
Im out for dead fuckin to represent me!-The warm up!
Yea, the up!-yea the warm up
(This is, the up!)
Two
Ay, look or hell, you choose
Freedom or jail, you
I stop em as hot as the devils shoes
Overcame a low life status to like Gladys
Ahead of my like I live my whole life backwards
Im nothing like these rappers
My whole practice to be the one
Whats it to be Lebron
They calling you the saviour , so pressure but you deal with it
The of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga from that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still a grill
No Foreman, try not to call them ladies B's but them hoes
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it your feelin'
Heard rumors of a and now you thinkin' a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the
No one left for me to blame but myself cuz I for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, "hey can I in this?"
Ay five years I'll probably at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with sense
I keep it fresh while these whack niggas and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski and shit
I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other did it
Im trynna live it how no nigga ever lived it!

Im out for fucking presidents to represent me!
Im out for dead presidents to represent me!
Im out for fucking presidents to represent me!
Dead fucking to represent me!
The up!
Yea, yea yea yea yea yea! the warm up!-yea yea yea yea the up hey!
Fayattenaaaam! yea!, Carolina all day!
yea!