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Yea
Uh, these niggas is playing 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 these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted, traffic in this rap shit
Look how my lane shifted, my game, lifted my name
Now these lame niggas never get it
that 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 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 suppliers
Its J. Cole, set of and a halo
And all these Jose wanna text-us like Waco
Its hard to remain faithful be throwing hate
Yo Im in a league of my own so what the fuck I play for!?
Some niggas almost slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I aint Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in?
These big weight niggas their bid in
Try not to show
I guess the flow is protested a sit in
I told my niggas we get in
But that aint even half the
Stay like a shadow
Or you
Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a
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 me!-The warm up!
Yea, the up!-yea the warm up
(This is, the up!)
Two
Ay, heaven or hell, you choose
or jail, you lose
I cant stop em as hot as the devils
Overcame a low life status to like Gladys
of my time like I live my whole life backwards
Im nothing like these hoe-like
My life practice to be the one
it like to be Lebron
They calling you the , so much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you lift it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga Ville that real niggas can feel
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 destiny or is it money your
Heard rumors of a and now you thinkin' a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear things a never 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 at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion
I keep it while these whack niggas rehash and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski and shit
I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how other niggas did it
Im live it how no other nigga ever lived it!

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