Dead Presidents

[Intro]

Uh-huh

Gon' have a lil' bit of fun today

Rap to some, shit just layin around

Don't take me too serious; y'knahmsayin?

[scratch Mobb Deep: "Havin cash is highly addictive

Especially when you used to havin money to live with"]

[Blueprint]

I'm "Illmatic" when it comes to countin my dough

1's and 5's go to wifey son, you know how that go

I'm probably posted in a hotel after a show

Countin show and merch' money, rubber band on my rolls

I think I was 13 or 14

When my parents had to have a little talk with me

They told me money don't grow on trees

And ever since then I've been on my P's

Up and out the house into the morning air

Needed a 9 to 5 job and I didn't care where

Then finally found two at the Ohio State Fair

Just to spend all the money that I made on gear

Fast forward to the present now rap's my job

But I'm still goin after it hard

Because I know the ride could end just as fast as it starts

And I'll be right back on the block with "Dead Presidents"

[Chorus: x2]

[scratch Mobb Deep: "Havin cash is highly addictive

Especially when you used to havin money to live with"]

[Blueprint]

Uh-huh... huh

You need to stop rappin, if you ain't seein no perks

No fanbase, no cream, no skirts

I study bad music like it was my homework

I learn the most from whack gimmicks that don't work

It's true, you could learn a lot from a dummy

I learned how to make money, and hold it tight

So nobody on God's green earth can take it from me

And when they try I make it ugly, feel that

See I'm inspired by real rap

Those that tried hard to chart and still failed

Those told the earth was flat and still sailed

They went against all odds and did well

Every wish that accompanies a penny in a well

is the dream of a criminal, sittin in a jail

Livin in hell, head spinnin in a cell

About to break but held together by fam sendin him mail

with "Dead Presidents"

[Chorus: echoes and fades, beat plays to end]