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

While spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall anonymous, caught up in the finest shit
Live out my dreams my heart give out
with cream, you know exactly what this shit's about
Fuck y'all mean? Handling a teen, I dish out
Like the point guard off your favorite team, without
My ain't rosy but I roll with it
My was fine 'til 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 walking cause even the thoroughest be narkin'
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that might get pardoned
Shit I'm involved with got me pins and
And my cerebral breeds the wickedest thoughts that this sport'll feed you
Peep facts, in the so deep fiends could catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can believe that?
Got the city drinking Cristals, the fee
Rappers going broke, tryin' to up with me
My to riches surprised the bitches: think harder
You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Carter
G.S. the fuck up, the fuck up
me shine like a Breitling, begets the fuck up
All rhymers it like Alzheimer's
Small timers, I said it, I'm all dramas
to me

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

So sick of niggas, "I want like Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the kinda talk that me think you probably ain't got no pudding
Niggas got them kinda dreams Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get mill
Niggas'll coast in the SL but post bail
roast a L but scared to throw your toast, well
I'm here to tell niggas it all swell
There's heaven, there's hell niggas
One day you're in your 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your lies
Alibis ain't matching up, catching up
Hit with the RICO, they your vehicle
was all good just a week ago
'Bout to start bitching ain't you? Ready to start snitching you?
I'll forgive your weak ass; just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars, honeys that shake they ass at
You you wouldn't be involved
With the dealers, carriers of mac-millers
East bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers
Little monkey niggas turn
Stopped at the station, up on octane
And now not sane and not playing, that goes without saying
Slaying day in and day out with playing, then they play you out
Trying to escape my own mind, the enemy
Representing infinity presidencies, you know?