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Yea
Uh, these niggas is Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless naw we 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 this rap
how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these lame niggas could 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 higher plane, my thoughts take a higher
Its dope, then you should the suppliers name
Its J. Cole, set of and a halo
And all Jose Canseco 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 fuck is you
These big weight niggas throwing bid in
Try not to show
I the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my niggas we get in
But that aint even half the
Stay behind a shadow
Or you
Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a
I'd that motherfucker to the top and never let it go!

(Im out for presidents to me nigga!)
I out or president to me, yea!
Im out for dead 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
Freedom or jail, you
I cant stop em as hot as the devils
Overcame a low life status to blow Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole life
Im nothing like these rappers
My life practice to be the one
it like to be Lebron
They calling you the , so much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on shoulders but you still 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 ladies B's but them hoes swarmin'
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it your feelin'
rumors of a deal and now you thinkin' a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear things 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 I'll laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these whack rehash and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski and shit
I pass these niggas, they do it how these other niggas did it
Im trynna it how no other nigga ever lived it!

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