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Presidents to me
I'm out for presidents to 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
Live out my dreams my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know exactly what this about
Fuck y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I 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, shit is so
I blow a digit on a in a minute but no bitches
Watch how I'm cause even the thoroughest niggas be narkin'
Tryin' to a bargain hoping that they might 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 deep fiends catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can believe that?
Got the drinking Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers going broke, tryin' to keep up me
My rise to riches surprised the bitches: think
You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Carter
G.S. the fuck up, the fuck up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the up
All rhymers forget it 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' to represent me

So sick of niggas, "I want money Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the talk that make me think you probably ain't got no pudding
Niggas got them dreams from Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make moves, get your mill
Niggas'll coast in the SL but can't post
Niggas'll roast a L but scared to throw your toast,
I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all
There's heaven, then hell niggas
One day you're cruising in your 7, next day sweating, forgetting your lies
Alibis ain't matching up, bullshit up
Hit with the RICO, they repo vehicle
was all good just a week ago
'Bout to start bitching ain't you? to start snitching ain't you?
I'll forgive your weak hustling just 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 Coast bodiers, Coast cap-peelers
monkey niggas turn gorillas
Stopped at the station, filled up on
And now they not and not playing, that goes without saying
Slaying day in and day out with playing, then they play you out
to escape my own mind, lurking the enemy
Representing infinity with presidencies, you