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Yea
Uh, these niggas is playing roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps
Make the hoes get like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted, traffic in this rap shit
Look how my shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these lame could never get it
that 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 I would fall for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts a higher train
Its dope, you should know the suppliers name
Its J. Cole, set of and a halo
And all these Jose wanna text-us like Waco
Its hard to remain niggas be throwing hate
Yo Im in a league of my own so the fuck would I play for!?
Some next niggas almost slide in but fit in
Naw I aint Maury Povich but who the is you kid-in?
big weight niggas throwing their 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 even half the
Stay 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 to represent me nigga!)
I out or to represent me, yea!
Im out for dead fuckin presidents to 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 cant stop em as hot as the shoes
a low life status to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I my whole life 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 with it for real, lil nigga Ville that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to still niggas a grill
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 rumors of a deal and now you thinkin' a
my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear 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 five years I'll probably laugh at
Try not to let it wear me out a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these whack rehash and shit
styles you know, ski mask and shit
I pass these niggas, they do it how these other niggas did it
Im trynna live it how no other nigga lived it!

Im out for fucking presidents to represent me!
Im out for fucking 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! nigga yea!, all day!
yea!