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Yea
Uh, these is playing Russian roulette 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
They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in rap shit
Look how my lane shifted, 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 devil spit it and heaven it
So if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a higher plane, my take a higher train
Its dope, then you should know the suppliers
Its J. Cole, set of horns and a
And all these Jose Canseco wanna like Waco
Its hard to remain faithful be throwing hate
Yo Im in a league of my own so what the fuck would I for!?
Some next niggas almost slide in but fit in
Naw I Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in?
big weight niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to show
I guess the flow is like a sit in
I told my niggas we get in
But that even half the battle
behind like a shadow
Or you
Not if I had a or not even if I had a rope
I'd climb that motherfucker to the top and let it go!

(Im out for presidents to me nigga!)
I out or president to me, yea!
Im out for dead fuckin presidents to me!-The warm up!
Yea, the warm up!-yea the 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 to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole backwards
Im nothing like these rappers
My life practice to be the one
Whats it like to be
They you the saviour , so much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on shoulders but you still lift it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook niggas a grill
No Foreman, try not to call them ladies B's but hoes swarmin'
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it your feelin'
Heard of a deal and now you thinkin' a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a be the same
No one left for me to blame but myself cuz I for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, "hey can I in this?"
Ay five years I'll probably laugh at
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion
I it fresh while these whack niggas rehash and shit
styles you know, ski mask and shit
I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these niggas did it
Im trynna it how no other nigga ever lived it!

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