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Yea
Uh, these is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless naw we don't all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for
They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap
how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now lame niggas could never get it
Like that bad bitch you wanted but could 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 plane, my thoughts take a higher train
Its dope, then you should know the suppliers
Its J. Cole, set of horns and a
And all Jose Canseco wanna text-us like Waco
Its to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate
Yo Im in a league of my own so what the would I play for!?
Some next niggas almost slide in but fit in
Naw I aint Maury Povich but who the fuck is you
big weight niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to stress
I guess the 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 ladder or not if I had a rope
I'd climb 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 fuckin presidents to represent me!-The 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 em as hot as the devils shoes
a low life status to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time I live my whole life backwards
Im nothing these hoe-like rappers
My whole practice to be the one
it like to be Lebron
They calling you the saviour , so much pressure but you with it
The weight of the world on your but you still lift it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can
taught us how to cook still niggas a grill
No Foreman, try not to call them ladies B's but them hoes
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it your feelin'
Heard rumors of a and now you thinkin' a million
my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to blame but myself cuz I asked for
Headed for but in my brain, "hey can I last in this?"
Ay five I'll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these niggas rehash and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski mask and
I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these niggas did it
Im trynna live it how no other nigga ever it!

Im out for dead 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 up!-yea yea yea yea the warm up hey!
Fayattenaaaam! nigga yea!, all day!
yea!