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Dead Presidents Lyrics

Let me try this
Uh, Yeah
Money coming soon
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Omen what up n****?
Yea n****aaa, yea, uh
[Verse 1]
Gimmie my money, man, why else would a n**** be grinding? (right)
Out for them diamonds, dog, how else could a n**** be shining?(true)
I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact
Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first 'mil I'm blowing that! (haha)
Like f*** it I know I'll grow it back, s***, it's nothing
Funny how blacks spend dough on mad s*** for stuntin,'(yea)
But s***, that's all we know man, thats how a n***** raised (true)
You learn bout two things: getting p****, getting paid. (uh)
And you should be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade
So n***** lying on they d*** and hoes giving nice brain, yea
In class dreamin' bout having these nice things, (uh)
And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin'
But them whites ain't. (hmmm)
I brush it off like, "f*** it, it's motivation,"(yea)
Some n***** gotta walk through life, some n***** roller skating, (uh)
Some n***** bypassing steps, some n***** chose to take 'em. (yea)
And for that fortune, man, some n***** sold their soul to Satan
But f*** it man, I ain't hatin,' I gotta go for mines
My little God-sister pregnant now, I put in overtime
On my grind, yea, just like the n**** making Fortunes
I'm focused, on my b***, like a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on
These hoes is crying cuz I won't pay 'em attention, (nah)
Time is money, b****, and a n**** payin tuition, (ahaha)
Real n***** hustle by using their intuition, (yup)
While these fake n***** ain't into doing, they into wishin,'
Yeah
Uh
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm talking Benjamins, n****
Grants n****
From Washingtons, man
Tired of those
Yeah!
[Verse 2]
'Til I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle n****
Its greed that make a n**** wink at the devil to get that cheese
You n***** couldn't think at my level, even with trees
You couldn't get this deep with a shovel, now n****, please
I'm chasing G's tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze
Sick s***, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves
Ease to the top and I'm not finna leave 'til I'm hot
But my watch gotta breeze, a south n****
Boy, I'm shining without the diamonds in my mouth
Out grindin' while you reclining on your couch
I'm climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt
My n***** riding is devout, so talking violence out yo' mouth
And you gonna find what I'm about, n****!
Far from a slouch, n****, I ain't gonna parlé with y'all
I'll probably hit ya, my hand game like Bobby Fisher
But check, them checks is all a n**** thinking
For them Presidents, I'll treat a n**** like Lincoln
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