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Yea
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian with a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead while these beg for head
got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap shit
Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, my name
Now these lame niggas never get it
Like bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it , my flow like a spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I dropped I fall for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher
Its dope, then you should know the name
Its J. Cole, set of and a halo
And all these Canseco wanna text-us like Waco
Its hard to remain faithful niggas be hate
Yo Im in a league of my own so what the fuck would I for!?
next niggas almost slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in?
These big weight niggas throwing bid in
Try not to show
I the flow is protested like a sit in
I my niggas we would get in
But that aint half the battle
behind like a shadow
Or you
Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a
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 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 shoes
Overcame a low life status to blow like
Ahead of my time like I live my life backwards
Im nothing like hoe-like rappers
My life practice to be the one
it like to be Lebron
They calling you the saviour , so much pressure but you deal it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still it
Ill with it for real, lil from Ville that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still 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
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror in fear that things a never be the same
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 I'll probably at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion
I keep it fresh while these whack niggas rehash and
Jackin styles you know, ski and shit
I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other did it
Im trynna live it how no other ever lived it!

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