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Yea
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette a full clip, foolish
My crew is naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in rap shit
Look how my shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these niggas could never get it
Like that bad bitch you but could never hit it
Clever with it , my flow like a 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 a higher train
Its dope, then you should the suppliers name
Its J. Cole, set of horns and a
And all these Jose Canseco wanna text-us like
Its hard to faithful niggas be throwing hate
Yo Im in a league of my own so what the fuck would I for!?
Some next niggas almost slide in but fit in
Naw I aint Maury but who the fuck is you kid-in?
big weight niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to stress
I the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my we would get in
But that aint even half the
Stay behind like a
Or you
Not if I had a ladder or not if I had a rope
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 presidents to represent me!-The warm up!
Yea, the up!-yea the warm up
(This is, the up!)
Two
Ay, look heaven or hell, you
Freedom or jail, you
I cant stop em as hot as the shoes
a low life status to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole backwards
Im nothing like hoe-like rappers
My life practice to be the one
Whats it like to be
They calling you the saviour , so much pressure but you deal it
The weight of the world on your but you still lift it
Ill with it for real, lil from Ville that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still a grill
No Foreman, try not to call ladies B's but them hoes swarmin'
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money your
Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin' a
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that a never be the same
No one for me to blame but myself cuz I asked for this
Headed for but in my brain, "hey can I last in this?"
Ay five years probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with sense
I keep it fresh while these whack rehash and shit
styles you know, ski mask and shit
I pass these niggas, trynna do it how these other niggas did it
Im trynna live it how no other ever lived it!

Im out for dead fucking presidents to 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 up!-yea yea yea yea the warm up hey!
Fayattenaaaam! nigga yea!, all day!
yea!