Dead Presidents II

[Verse 1:]

Yea Fayettenam

Uh, these niggas 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 shit

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

Now these lame niggas could never get it

Like that bad bitch 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 plain, my thoughts take a higher train

It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name

It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo

And all these hoes [? ] wanna text-us like Waco

It's hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate

Yo I'm in a league of my own so what the fuck would I play for!?

Some next niggas almost slide in but didn't fit in

Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in?

These big weight niggas throwing their bid in

Try not to show stress

I guess the flow is protested like a sit in

I told my niggas we would get in

But that ain't 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

Id climb that motherfucker to the top and never let it go!

[Chorus:]

(I'm out for presidents to represent me nigga!)

I out or president to represent me, yea!

I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me! -The warm up!

Yea, the warm up! -yea the warm up

(This is, the warm up!)

[Verse 2:]

Ay, look heaven or hell you choose

Freedom or jail, you lose

I can't 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

I'm nothing like these hoe-like rappers

My whole life practice to be the one

What's 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

I'll with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel

Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill

No Foreman, try not to call them ladies Bs 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 cause 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 bitch with fashion sense

I keep it fresh while these whack niggas rehash and shit

Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit

I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it

I'm trynna live it how no other niggas ever lived it!

[Chorus]

I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me!

I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me!

I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me!

Dead fucking 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! nigga yea!, Carolina all day!

Yea!