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Yea
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette with a clip, foolish
My crew is foolless naw we don't all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for
They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap
Look how my shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these lame could never get it
Like bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it , my flow like a devil spit it and sent it
So high if I dropped I would for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts a higher train
Its dope, then you should know the name
Its J. Cole, set of and a halo
And all these Jose wanna text-us like Waco
Its hard to faithful niggas be throwing hate
Yo Im in a of my own so what the fuck would I play for!?
Some next almost slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I aint Maury but who the fuck is you kid-in?
These big weight niggas their bid in
Try not to stress
I the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my niggas we get in
But that aint even the battle
Stay behind a shadow
Or you
Not if I had a ladder or not if I had a rope
I'd climb motherfucker to the top and never let it go!

(Im out for presidents to me nigga!)
I out or to represent me, yea!
Im out for dead fuckin to represent me!-The warm up!
Yea, the warm up!-yea the up
(This is, the up!)
Two
Ay, look heaven or hell, you
or jail, you lose
I cant stop em as hot as the devils
Overcame a low life status to blow Gladys
Ahead of my like I live my whole life backwards
Im nothing like hoe-like rappers
My whole practice to be the one
Whats it like to be
They calling you the saviour , so much pressure but you with it
The weight of the world on shoulders but you still lift it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook niggas a grill
No Foreman, try not to call them B's but them hoes swarmin'
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money feelin'
Heard rumors of a deal and now you a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to blame but myself cuz I asked for
Headed for but in my brain, "hey can I last in this?"
Ay five I'll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these niggas rehash and shit
styles you know, ski mask and shit
I pass these niggas, trynna do it how these other niggas did it
Im trynna live it how no other ever lived it!

Im out for dead fucking presidents to me!
Im out for dead presidents to represent me!
Im out for dead fucking presidents to me!
Dead presidents to represent me!
The up!
Yea, yea yea yea yea yea! the up!-yea yea yea yea the warm up hey!
Fayattenaaaam! yea!, Carolina all day!
yea!