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Yea
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip,
My is foolless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head
They got the twisted, heavy traffic in this rap shit
how my lane 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 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 on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train
Its dope, then you know the suppliers name
Its J. Cole, set of and a halo
And all these Jose Canseco wanna like Waco
Its hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing
Yo Im in a league of my own so what the fuck would I for!?
Some next niggas slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I aint Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in?
These big niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to show
I guess the is protested like a sit in
I told my we would get in
But that aint half the battle
Stay like a shadow
Or you
Not if I had a ladder or not if I had a rope
I'd climb that motherfucker to the top and let it go!

(Im out for to represent me nigga!)
I out or to represent me, yea!
Im out for dead presidents to represent me!-The warm up!
Yea, the up!-yea the warm up
(This is, the up!)
Two
Ay, heaven or hell, you choose
Freedom or jail, you
I cant em as hot as the devils shoes
Overcame a low life status to like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I my whole life backwards
Im nothing these hoe-like rappers
My whole practice to be the one
Whats it like to be
calling you the saviour , so much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on your but you still lift it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that niggas can feel
Nobody us how to cook still niggas a grill
No Foreman, try not to call 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 a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to blame but cuz I asked for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, "hey can I in this?"
Ay five I'll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion
I keep it fresh while these niggas rehash and shit
styles you know, ski mask and shit
I pass niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it
Im trynna live it how no other nigga lived it!

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