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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 neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head
They got the twisted, heavy traffic in this rap shit
Look how my lane shifted, my game, lifted my name
Now these lame niggas could get it
Like that bad bitch you but could never hit it
Clever with it , my flow a devil spit it and heaven sent it
So if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher
Its dope, then you know the suppliers name
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 would I play for!?
Some next niggas almost slide in but fit in
Naw I Maury 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 my niggas we would get in
But that aint even 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 to the top and never let it go!

(Im out for to represent me nigga!)
I out or to represent me, yea!
Im out for dead presidents to represent me!-The warm 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 stop em as hot as the devils
Overcame a low life to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I 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 but you deal with it
The weight of the on your shoulders but you still lift it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a
No Foreman, try not to them ladies B's but them hoes swarmin'
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money feelin'
Heard rumors of a deal and now you a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to blame but myself cuz I asked for
Headed for fame but in my brain, "hey can I in this?"
Ay years 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 whack niggas and shit
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 nigga ever lived it!

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