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Yea
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted, heavy in this rap shit
how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now lame niggas could never get it
Like bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it , my flow like a devil spit it and heaven it
So high if I dropped I would fall for 11
So yea, I on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train
Its dope, then you should the suppliers name
Its J. Cole, set of horns and a
And all these Canseco wanna text-us like Waco
Its hard to faithful niggas be throwing hate
Yo Im in a league of my own so what the fuck would I for!?
Some next niggas almost in but didn't fit in
Naw I aint Maury 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 told my niggas we get in
But that aint even half the
behind like a shadow
Or you
Not if I had a or not even if I had a rope
I'd that motherfucker to the top and never let it go!

(Im out for to represent me nigga!)
I out or president to me, yea!
Im out for fuckin presidents to represent me!-The warm up!
Yea, the warm up!-yea the up
(This is, the up!)
Two
Ay, heaven or hell, you choose
or jail, you lose
I stop em as hot as the devils shoes
Overcame a low life to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole life
Im nothing like these hoe-like
My whole practice to be the one
Whats it like to be
They calling you the saviour , so 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 real can feel
Nobody us how to cook still 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 money your
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 for me to blame but myself cuz I asked for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, "hey can I in this?"
Ay five years probably laugh at this
Try not to let it me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these whack niggas rehash and
Jackin styles you know, ski and shit
I pass niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it
Im trynna live it how no other ever lived it!

Im out for dead presidents to represent me!
Im out for dead presidents to represent me!
Im out for dead fucking 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! yea!, Carolina all day!
yea!