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

others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest
Live out my dreams my heart give out
with cream, you know exactly what this shit's about
Fuck y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I out
Like the point off your favorite team, without doubt
My life ain't rosy but I roll it
My was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it
And now it's kosher, is so Hasidic
I blow a digit on a in a minute but no bitches
Watch how I'm walking cause even the thoroughest be narkin'
Tryin' to strike a bargain that they might get pardoned
Shit I'm involved with got me and needles
And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil thoughts that this feed you
Peep facts, in the game so deep could catch ya
Freeze off my cap, can y'all believe that?
Got the drinking Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers going broke, tryin' to keep up me
My to riches surprised the bitches: think harder
You this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter
G.S. the fuck up, the fuck up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, the fuck up
All forget it like Alzheimer's
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 presidents to represent 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 them kinda from Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get mill
Niggas'll in the SL but can't post bail
Niggas'll a L but scared to throw your toast, well
I'm here to tell niggas it all swell
There's heaven, then hell niggas
One day you're cruising in 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your lies
Alibis matching up, bullshit catching up
Hit with the RICO, they your vehicle
Everything was all good just a ago
to start bitching ain't you? Ready to start snitching ain't you?
I'll forgive your weak hustling just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars, honeys that they ass at bars
You know you wouldn't be
With the underworld dealers, of mac-millers
East Coast bodiers, West cap-peelers
Little monkey turn gorillas
at the station, filled up on octane
And now not sane and not playing, that goes without saying
Slaying day in and day out money playing, then they play you out
to escape my own mind, lurking the enemy
Representing infinity presidencies, you know?