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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 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 y'all mean? since a teen, I dish out
Like the point off your favorite team, without doubt
My life rosy but I roll with it
My mind was 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it
And now it's kosher, shit is so
I blow a digit on a diamond in a but no bitches
Watch how I'm cause even the thoroughest niggas be narkin'
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that might get pardoned
Shit I'm with got me pins and needles
And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil thoughts that 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 Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers broke, tryin' to keep up with me
My rise to riches surprised the bitches: think
You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn
G.S. the fuck up, the fuck up
me shine like a Breitling, begets the fuck up
All forget it like Alzheimer's
Small timers, I said it, I'm addressing all
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 kinda talk make me think you probably ain't got no pudding
Niggas got them kinda dreams Jay
You in the streets, nigga, your moves, get your mill
Niggas'll in the SL but can't post bail
Niggas'll roast a L but to throw your toast, well
I'm here to niggas it ain't all swell
There's heaven, there's hell niggas
One day you're cruising in your 7, next day sweating, forgetting your lies
Alibis ain't up, bullshit catching up
Hit with the RICO, 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, that shake they ass at bars
You you wouldn't be involved
With the dealers, carriers of mac-millers
Coast bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers
Little monkey turn 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
to escape my own mind, lurking the enemy
Representing infinity presidencies, you know?