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Yea
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip,
My crew is naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the get loose like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in rap shit
Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my
Now these lame niggas never get it
Like that bad you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it , my like a devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I dropped I would for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a higher plane, my take a higher train
Its dope, then you should the suppliers name
Its J. Cole, set of and a halo
And all these Jose Canseco wanna like Waco
Its hard to remain faithful 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 Povich but who the fuck is you
These big weight niggas throwing bid in
Try not to stress
I guess the flow is protested a sit in
I told my we would get in
But that aint half the battle
Stay behind a shadow
Or you
Not if I had a or not even if I had a rope
I'd climb 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 dead fuckin presidents to me!-The warm up!
Yea, the warm up!-yea the up
(This is, the up!)
Two
Ay, look or hell, you choose
or jail, you lose
I cant stop em as hot as the shoes
Overcame a low status to blow like Gladys
of my time like I live my whole life backwards
Im like these hoe-like rappers
My life practice to be the one
it like to be Lebron
They calling you the saviour , so pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga from that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to still niggas a grill
No Foreman, try not to them ladies B's but them hoes swarmin'
Now honey, Ay is it or is it money your feelin'
Heard rumors of a deal and now you 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 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 niggas and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski mask and
I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these 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 fucking presidents to me!
Im out for fucking presidents to represent me!
Dead fucking presidents to 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!