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

others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the shit
out my dreams until my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's
Fuck y'all mean? since a teen, I dish out
Like the point guard off your favorite team, without
My ain't 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 walking 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 the wickedest evil thoughts that this sport'll feed you
facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe
Got the city Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers broke, tryin' to keep up with me
My rise to riches the bitches: think harder
You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn
G.S. the up, dress the fuck up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the up
All rhymers it like Alzheimer's
Small timers, I it, I'm addressing all dramas
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 money like Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the kinda talk that make me think you ain't got no pudding
Niggas got them dreams from Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your
Niggas'll coast in the SL but can't bail
Niggas'll a L but scared to throw your toast, well
I'm to tell niggas it ain't all swell
There's heaven, there's hell niggas
One day you're cruising in 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your lies
Alibis matching up, bullshit catching up
Hit with the RICO, repo your vehicle
Everything was all good a week ago
'Bout to start bitching ain't Ready to start snitching ain't you?
I'll your weak ass; hustling just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars, honeys that they ass at bars
You you wouldn't be involved
With the underworld dealers, of mac-millers
East Coast bodiers, West Coast
Little monkey niggas gorillas
Stopped at the station, filled up on
And now they not sane and not playing, that without saying
day in and day out with money playing, then they play you out
Trying to my own mind, lurking the enemy
Representing with presidencies, you know?