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Presidents to me
I'm out for to represent 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 shit
Live out my 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 your team, without doubt
My life ain't but I roll with it
My was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it
And now kosher, shit is so Hasidic
I a digit on a diamond in a minute but no bitches
how I'm walking cause even the thoroughest niggas 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 this sport'll feed you
facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all that?
Got the city drinking Cristals, the fee
Rappers going broke, tryin' to up with me
My rise to riches the bitches: think harder
You know nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter
G.S. the up, dress the fuck up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, 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 fuckin' presidents to me

So sick of niggas, "I want money Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no
Niggas got them kinda from Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get mill
coast 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 ain't all
There's heaven, then hell niggas
One day you're cruising in 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your lies
Alibis ain't matching up, catching up
Hit with the RICO, they your vehicle
Everything was all good just a ago
'Bout to start bitching ain't Ready to start snitching ain't you?
I'll your weak ass; hustling just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars, that shake they ass at bars
You know you be involved
With the underworld dealers, of mac-millers
East Coast bodiers, West cap-peelers
Little niggas turn gorillas
Stopped at the station, filled up on
And now they not sane and not playing, that without saying
Slaying day in and day out with money playing, they play you out
Trying to escape my own mind, the enemy
infinity with presidencies, you know?