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Yea
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip,
My crew is foolless naw we dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for
They got the twisted, heavy traffic in this rap shit
how my lane shifted, elevated 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 sent it
So high if I dropped I would fall for 11
So yea, I operate on a plane, my thoughts take a higher train
Its dope, then you know the suppliers name
Its J. Cole, set of horns and a
And all these Jose wanna text-us like Waco
Its to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate
Yo Im in a league of my own so the fuck would I play for!?
Some niggas almost slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in?
These big weight 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 like a
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 to represent 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 shoes
Overcame a low life status to like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I my whole life backwards
Im nothing like these hoe-like
My whole life to be the one
it like to be Lebron
They calling you the saviour , so much pressure but you deal it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you lift it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville real niggas can feel
Nobody us how to cook still niggas a grill
No Foreman, try not to call them ladies B's but them swarmin'
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money your
Heard rumors of a deal and now you a million
Pardon my mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same
No one for me to blame but myself cuz I asked for this
for fame 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 with sense
I keep it fresh while these whack niggas and shit
Jackin you know, ski mask and shit
I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how other niggas did it
Im trynna live it how no other ever lived it!

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