Dead Presidents

Try your song, yeah.

I'm not a president, it's the real one.

Money coming soon.

I'm a president, it's the real one.

Oh, me, what I've been.

You know why I've made you so pretty?

Yeah, yeah.

Give me my money, man.

Why else would it?

There gonna be chronic?

I'll put a diamond dog house, could it?

There gonna be shining?

I'm glowing, knowing that, the flow of tech.

Get this record, deal, I've spread a gun.

My first meal, I'm flowing that.

I like fuck it, I know I grow it back, shit is nothing.

Funny how black, even then, don't want mad shit for stuntin' but shit.

That's all we know, man.

This how when niggas raise her.

You learn about two things, get pussy and pay.

And you should be hit and lay.

By the time you win night race, niggas line, don't need to take it.

And they hold, give a nice range, yeah.

And class, remember how having these nice things.

And then you look around and wonder why you struggling, but then whites hang.

I brush it off, like fuck it, it's motivation, yeah.

So niggas got a walk through life, something is rolled escape.

So niggas bypass, it's something that shows a take on.

Yeah, for that fortune man, so niggas sold, they sold a sink.

And before, man, I ain't hit.

I gotta go for miles, my little guy's just the pregnant now.

I put it over time, oh my grind, like a niggas making full just on focus on my fight.

Like a coper, I'm trying to give my Oprah on.

These hopes are crying cause I won't pay my attention.

Time is money, bitch, and a niggas paying too wishy.

I'm real niggas self-sobite using niggas to wish and why these fake niggas ain't about doing niggas to wish.

Yeah, I'm not the person to push it.

I'm not the person to push it.

I'm not the person to push it.

I'm not the person to push it.

Shit, sneeze on some daft and all the sweeps.

He's to the top and I'm laughing to the lead to I'm hot, but my watch got a breeze.

A self-linger, warm shine, and without the diamonds in my mouth.

I'm grinding why you were grinding on your couch.

I'm prying on you haters, blinded by the del.

My niggas riding is the bounce of talking violence.

I'll chill mouth and you go far when I'm about to ligger.

Far from a slouching a guy, go probably with your probably hits you.

My head game like Bobby Fisher, but check the check to zone and niggas make it.

I put a president's up treat in the good like Link.

Last.

Shit.

Definitely I'll present it to reputant me.

Never once in this democracy.

When he's coming soon, my job was good.

Never regret what he did.

Hey, why would he do it with the rich one?

Good.

Turn you out baby.

I made all the problems with my niggas.

Gotta get up, I'll buy you the drink, right?

No, you boy drinking out of it.

You went in, but I was like what?

My 16 and 15.

I'm just 21, my grown-up, man.

She's a change on me.

My 20 is coming soon.

Trust me, man.

Trust me, nigga.

My grown-up.