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Dead Presidents II Lyrics

Dead Presidents II

Yea Fayettenam
Uh, these n***** is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish

My crew is foolless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead

Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head

They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap s***

Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name

Now these lame n***** could never get it

Like that bad b**** you wanted but could never hit it

Clever with it , my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it

So high if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes

So yea, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train

Its dope, then you should know the suppliers name

Its J. Cole, set of horns and a halo

And all these Jose Canseco wanna text-us like Waco

Its hard to remain faithful n***** be throwing hate

Yo Im in a league of my own so what the f*** would I play for!?

Some next n***** almost slide in but didn't fit in

Naw I aint Maury Povich but who the f*** is you kid-in?

These big weight n***** throwing their bid in

Try not to show stress

I guess the flow is protested like a sit in

I told my n***** we would get in

But that aint even half the battle

Stay behind like a shadow

Or you catapult

Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a rope

I'd climb that m*********** to the top and never let it go!
Chorus

(Im out for presidents to represent me n****!)

I out or president to represent me, yea!

Im out for dead f***** presidents to represent me!-The warm up!

Yea, the warm up!-yea the warm up

(This is, the warm up!)

Verse Two

Ay, look heaven or hell, you choose

Freedom or jail, you lose

I cant stop em as hot as the devils shoes

Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys

Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards

Im nothing like these hoe-like rappers

My whole life practice to be the one

Whats it like to be Lebron

They calling you the saviour , so much pressure but you deal with it

The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it
Ill with it for real, lil n**** from Ville that real n***** can feel

Nobody taught us how to cook still n***** a grill

No Foreman, try not to call them ladies B's but them hoes swarmin'

Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money your feelin'

Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin' a million

Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same

No one left for me to blame but myself cuz I asked for this

Headed for fame but in my brain, "hey can I last in this?"

Ay five years I'll probably laugh at this

Try not to let it wear me out like a bad b**** with fashion sense

I keep it fresh while these whack n***** rehash and s***

Jackin styles you know, ski mask and s***

I pass these n*****, they trynna do it how these other n***** did it

Im trynna live it how no other n**** ever lived it!

Chorus

Im out for dead f****** presidents to represent me!

Im out for dead f****** presidents to represent me!

Im out for dead f****** presidents to represent me!

Dead f****** presidents to represent me!

The warm up!

Yea, yea yea yea yea yea! the warm up!-yea yea yea yea the warm up hey!

Fayattenaaaam! n**** yea!, Carolina all day!

yea!
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