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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 that 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 exactly what this shit's about
y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I dish out
Like the point guard off your team, without doubt
My life ain't rosy but I roll 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 diamond in a minute but no
Watch how I'm walking even the thoroughest niggas be narkin'
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that they might get
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 deep fiends could ya
off my knee cap, can y'all believe that?
Got the city drinking Cristals, the fee
Rappers going broke, tryin' to keep up me
My to riches surprised the bitches: think harder
You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Carter
G.S. the up, dress the fuck up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, 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 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 you probably ain't got no pudding
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 roast a L but scared to your toast, well
I'm here to niggas it ain't all swell
There's heaven, then hell niggas
One day you're cruising in your 7, next day sweating, forgetting your lies
ain't matching up, bullshit catching up
Hit with the RICO, they your vehicle
Everything was all just a week ago
'Bout to start 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 shake ass at bars
You know you wouldn't be
With the underworld dealers, carriers of
Coast bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers
Little monkey niggas gorillas
Stopped at the station, up on octane
And now they not sane and not playing, goes without saying
Slaying day in and day out money playing, then they play you out
Trying to escape my own mind, lurking the
Representing infinity presidencies, you know?