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Presidents to me
I'm out for presidents to me
I'm out for dead fuckin' to represent me

While others spit that shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the shit
Live out my 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
the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt
My life ain't rosy but I roll it
My mind was fine 'til the hit it and told me that the Mo' did it
And now kosher, shit is so Hasidic
I a digit on a diamond in a minute but no bitches
Watch how I'm walking cause even the thoroughest be narkin'
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that they might get
I'm involved with got me pins and needles
And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil thoughts this sport'll feed you
Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe
Got the drinking Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers going broke, to keep up with me
My rise to riches the bitches: think harder
You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn
G.S. the fuck up, dress the up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the up
All rhymers forget it 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 presidents to represent me

So sick of niggas, "I want money Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no
Niggas got them kinda dreams Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make moves, get your mill
Niggas'll in the SL but can't post bail
roast a L but scared to throw your toast, well
I'm here to niggas it ain't all swell
There's heaven, then there's niggas
One day you're in your 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your lies
Alibis matching up, bullshit catching up
Hit with the RICO, they repo vehicle
Everything was all just a week ago
'Bout to start bitching ain't you? Ready to start snitching you?
I'll forgive your ass; hustling just ain't you
from the fast cars, honeys that shake they ass at bars
You know you be involved
With the underworld dealers, of mac-millers
East Coast bodiers, West Coast
Little niggas turn gorillas
Stopped at the station, up on octane
And now they not sane and not playing, that goes saying
Slaying day in and day out with money playing, then play you out
Trying to my own mind, lurking the enemy
Representing infinity with presidencies, you