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

others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, up in the finest shit
out my dreams until my heart give out
Involved with cream, you exactly what this shit's about
Fuck mean? Handling since a teen, I dish out
Like the point guard off favorite team, without doubt
My life ain't but I roll with it
My mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me 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 niggas be
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that they get pardoned
Shit I'm involved with got me and needles
And my cerebral breeds the wickedest thoughts that this sport'll feed you
Peep facts, in the game so fiends could catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all that?
Got the drinking Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers going broke, tryin' to up with me
My rise to riches surprised the think harder
You know nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter
G.S. the up, dress the fuck up
Watch me shine a Breitling, begets the fuck up
All rhymers forget it like
timers, I said it, I'm addressing 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 money Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the kinda talk make me think you probably ain't got no pudding
Niggas got them dreams from Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your
coast in the SL but can't post bail
Niggas'll roast a L but scared to throw toast, well
I'm here to tell it ain't all swell
There's heaven, then there's niggas
One day you're cruising in your 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your
Alibis ain't matching up, catching up
Hit the RICO, they repo your vehicle
Everything was all good just a ago
'Bout to start bitching ain't Ready to start snitching ain't you?
I'll forgive your weak ass; hustling ain't you
Aside from the fast cars, honeys shake they ass at bars
You you wouldn't be involved
With the underworld dealers, carriers of
East bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers
Little monkey turn gorillas
at the station, filled up on octane
And now they not sane and not playing, that goes without
Slaying day in and day out with money playing, they play you out
Trying to escape my own mind, the enemy
Representing with presidencies, you know?