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Yea
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless naw we don't all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap
Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, 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 spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I I would fall for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a 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 Jose Canseco wanna text-us like
Its hard to remain niggas be throwing hate
Yo Im in a league of my own so what the fuck I play for!?
Some next almost slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I aint Maury but who the fuck is you kid-in?
big weight niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to stress
I guess the is protested like a sit in
I told my we would get in
But that aint half the battle
Stay behind a shadow
Or you
Not if I had a ladder or not if I had a rope
I'd that 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 represent me!-The 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 em as hot as the devils shoes
a low life status to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole life
Im nothing like hoe-like rappers
My whole life 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 your but you still lift it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that niggas can feel
taught us how to cook still 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 of a deal and now you thinkin' a million
my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to but myself cuz I asked for this
Headed for but in my brain, "hey can I last in this?"
Ay years I'll 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 and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski mask and
I pass these niggas, trynna do it how these 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 presidents to represent me!
fucking presidents 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!