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Yeah, be the realest shit I wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way,
Some shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest you ever quote

My president is black, my blue
And I be goddamned if my rims too
My momma at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna make a plate, seen the scale?

My is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims too
My light green and my Jordan's light gray
And they to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go

Today was a good day, hope I have me a great
I dunno what you for, hope you catch you a great white
Need I say great white, as killer whales
I cannot this, who knew it came in bails?

Who knew it with jail, who knew it came with prison?
Just 'cause you got an opinion does that you a politician?
Bush robbed all of us, would make him a criminal?
And then he in Florida, would that make him a Seminole?

I say and I quote, we a miracle
And I say a miracle 'cause this is hysterical
But my and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc:

Mr. Soul Survivor does make me a Konvict?
'Be all you can be', now, don't that sound like some dumb
When you dogged with crude oil as as my nigga boo
It's a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue

me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them real niggaz, I'm in California
Winnin' in Tennessee, down Atlanta
Alabama, on my way to Savannah

My president is black, my Lambo's
And I be goddamned if my rims too
My momma ain't at home and still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the

My president is black, my blue
And I be goddamned if my rims too
My light green and my Jordan's light gray
And they love to see white, now how much you pay, let's go

I said I woke up morning, headache this big
Pay all damn bills, feed all these damn kids
Buy all these school shoes, buy all school clothes
For some strange reason my son to Polo's

Mommies a spinach dip, I'm to use Houston's
And if the numbers is right, I a trip out to Houston
A earthquake out in China, a in New Orleans
Street Dreams Tour, I sold my ass in New

Did it for Soulja Slim, out B.G.
It's all love from the you Pimp C
You know how the pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his
If he could down from heaven, he tell me stay on my grind

Tell him I'm fine, Obama for mankind
We ready for change, so y'all let the man shine
Stuntin' on Martin Luther 'cause I'm feelin' just a king
Guess this is what he meant when he that he had a dream

My president is black, my Lambo's
And I be if my rims ain't too
My momma at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna a plate, anybody seen the scale?

My president is black, my blue
And I be goddamned if my ain't too
My money's light green and my Jordan's gray
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, go

Our history, black history, no president did shit for me
Had to hit the streets, had to flip keys, so a nigga won't go broke
Then he put us in jail, now, a can't go vote
So I spend dough on hoes is strippin'
She ain't a politician a polotician

My is black, Rolls golden charms
22 rims like Hulk Hogan's arms
When thousands of is riled up to see you
That can arouse ya ego, you got mouths to

So gotta true to who you are and where you came from
'Cause at the top will be the same you hang from
No matter how big you could be
For whatever fee or publicity, lose your integrity

For years there's been horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I'm the nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yeah for real
They gotta put ya face on the 5000 dollar

My is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still in
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the

My president is black, my Lambo's
And I be goddamned if my rims too
My light green and my Jordan's light gray
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, go

So I'm sittin' here now man, it's June 3rd, 2:08 a.m.
Nigga, I won't say win, lose or man
We congratulate you already
See I motivate the right, you motivate us homie
That's what it is, this a on policy

Ya'll touchin' me right nigga, yeah, first president
Win, lose or nigga, matter of fact, you know what it is, man
out Jackie Robinson, Booker T Washington homie
Oh y'all ain't think I knew shit, Sidney Poitier, what they do

My president is black, I'm too though