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Yea
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette a full clip, foolish
My is foolless naw we don't dance 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 rap shit
Look how my lane shifted, my game, lifted my name
Now these lame niggas never get it
Like that bad you wanted but could never hit it
Clever it , my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I dropped I would 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 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 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 stress
I guess the is protested like a sit in
I my niggas we would get in
But aint even half the battle
Stay behind like a
Or you
Not if I had a ladder or not if I had a rope
I'd climb that 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 fuckin presidents to me!-The warm up!
Yea, the up!-yea the warm 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 backwards
Im nothing like 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 shoulders but you lift it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can
Nobody taught us how to cook niggas a grill
No Foreman, try not to call ladies B's but them hoes swarmin'
Now honey, Ay is it or is it money your feelin'
Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin' a
Pardon my paranoid 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 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 wear me out like a bad bitch fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these whack niggas rehash and
styles you know, ski mask and shit
I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other did it
Im trynna it how no other nigga ever lived it!

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