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Presidents to me
I'm out for presidents to me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to me

While others spit Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest
out my dreams until my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's
Fuck y'all mean? since a teen, I dish out
Like the point guard off your favorite team, without
My life ain't rosy but I roll it
My mind was fine the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it
And now it's kosher, shit is so
I blow a digit on a diamond in a but no bitches
Watch how I'm cause even the thoroughest niggas be narkin'
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping they might get pardoned
Shit I'm involved with got me pins and
And my cerebral breeds the evil thoughts that this sport'll feed you
Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all that?
Got the city drinking Cristals, the fee
Rappers going broke, to keep up with me
My rise to riches surprised the bitches: think
You know nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter
G.S. the fuck up, dress the up
Watch me shine a Breitling, begets the fuck up
All rhymers forget it like
Small timers, I it, I'm addressing all dramas
to me

Presidents to me
I'm out for to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to me

So of niggas, "I want money like Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no pudding
Niggas got kinda dreams from Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get mill
coast in the SL but can't post bail
Niggas'll roast a L but scared to your toast, well
I'm here to tell niggas it all swell
There's heaven, then there's hell
One day you're cruising in your 7, next day you're sweating, your lies
Alibis ain't matching up, catching up
Hit with the RICO, repo your vehicle
Everything was all just a week ago
'Bout to start bitching ain't you? Ready to start ain't you?
I'll your weak ass; hustling just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars, honeys that they ass at bars
You know you be involved
With the underworld dealers, carriers of
East Coast bodiers, West Coast
monkey niggas turn gorillas
Stopped at the station, filled up on
And now they not sane and not playing, that goes saying
Slaying day in and day out money playing, then they play you out
Trying to escape my own mind, the enemy
Representing infinity presidencies, you know?