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Yea
Uh, these niggas is Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
My is foolless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head
They got the twisted, heavy traffic in this rap shit
how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these lame niggas never get it
Like that bad bitch you but could never hit it
Clever it , my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I I would fall for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a plane, my thoughts take a higher train
Its dope, then you know the suppliers name
Its J. Cole, set of horns and a
And all these Jose Canseco text-us 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 next niggas slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in?
big weight niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to show
I the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my we would get in
But aint even half the battle
behind like a shadow
Or you
Not if I had a ladder or not if I had a rope
I'd that motherfucker to the top and never let it go!

(Im out for presidents to me nigga!)
I out or to represent me, yea!
Im out for fuckin presidents to represent me!-The warm up!
Yea, the warm up!-yea the up
(This is, the up!)
Two
Ay, heaven or hell, you choose
Freedom or jail, you
I stop em as hot as the devils shoes
Overcame a low life status to blow Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole backwards
Im like these hoe-like rappers
My life practice to be the one
Whats it like to be
They you the saviour , so much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you lift it
Ill it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a
No Foreman, try not to call them ladies B's but them hoes
Now honey, Ay is it or is it money your feelin'
Heard of a deal and now you thinkin' a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in that things a never be the same
No one for me to blame but myself cuz I asked for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, "hey can I in this?"
Ay years I'll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh these whack niggas rehash and shit
styles you know, ski mask and shit
I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how other niggas did it
Im trynna live it how no other nigga lived it!

Im out for dead fucking presidents to me!
Im out for dead fucking presidents to me!
Im out for dead fucking presidents to me!
Dead presidents 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!