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Yea
Uh, these niggas is Russian 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 loose like a neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap
Look how my shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these lame could never get it
Like bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it , my 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 higher plane, my thoughts take a higher
Its dope, you should know the suppliers name
Its J. Cole, set of and a halo
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 I play for!?
Some next niggas almost slide in but fit in
Naw I Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in?
These big weight niggas throwing bid in
Try not to stress
I the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my niggas we get in
But aint even half the battle
behind like a shadow
Or you
Not if I had a or not even 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 fuckin presidents to represent me!-The warm up!
Yea, the warm up!-yea the up
(This is, the up!)
Two
Ay, look heaven or hell, you
or jail, you lose
I stop em as hot as the devils shoes
Overcame a low life to blow like Gladys
of my time like I live my whole life backwards
Im nothing like hoe-like rappers
My whole practice to be the one
Whats it to be Lebron
They you the saviour , so much 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 Ville 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 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 livin in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to blame but cuz I asked for this
for fame but in my brain, "hey can I last in this?"
Ay five years probably laugh at this
Try not to let it me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these whack niggas and shit
Jackin 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 ever lived it!

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