dead presidents (part 1)

rock on

roc-a-fella y'all

presidents to represent me

i'm out for presidents to represent me

i'm out for dead presidents to represent me

well i was fit that wonderama shit

me and my conglomerate

shall remain anonymous

caught up in the finest shit

live out by dreams until my heart gives out

and while we crave you know exactly what the shit's about

fuck y'all mean? handlin' since a teen i dish out

like the point-guard off your favorite team without doubt

my life ain't rosy but i roll with it

my mind was fine 'till the dough hit it

and told me that the mo' did it

and now it's closer shit and so i said it

i blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no bitchin'

watch how i'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggas be knockin'

tryin' to strike a bargain

hopin' that they might get pardoned

shit on me boy we got me pins and needles

and my cerebral be's the wickedess evil

thoughts that this boughter feed you

feed back in a game so deep fien's can catch ya

freeze off my knee cap can y'all believe that

got the city drinkin' crystal raise up the fee

rappers going broke tryin' to keep up wit me

my rise the riches surprise the bitches

think harder you know this nigga jay-z shawn carter

g.s. to fuck up

three years to fuck up

watch me shine like a brightly be gets to fuck up

all rhymers forget like alzheimer's

small timers i said it

i'm addressing all drama torture

i'm out for presidents to represent me

i'm out for dead presidents to represent me

so sick of niggas

i want money like cosby who wouldn't

it's this kind of talk that make me think

you probably ain't got no pudding

niggas got them kinda dreams from jail

you in the streets nigga

make your move get your get your mail

niggas are coastin' the s.l. but can't post bail

niggas are roast the l. but scared to throw your toast well

i am here to tell niggas it ain't all swell

there's heaven then there's hell niggas

one day your cruisin' in ya seven

next day your sweatin' forgetin' your lies

alibis ain't matchin' up

bullshit catchin' up

hit with the rico

they repo your vehicle

everything was all good just a week ago

bout to start bitchin' ain't you

ready to start snitchin' ain't you

i forgive your weak ass hustlin' just ain't you

aside from the fast cars

hunnies that shake they ass at bars

you know you wouldn't be involved

with the underworld dealers

carriers and mac-miller's

east-coast bodiers

west-coast cap peelers

little monkey niggas turn gorilla's

stopped in the station filled up on noctane

and now they not sane

and not playin'

that goes without sayin'

slangin' day in and day out

with money playin' then they play you out

tryin' to escape my own mind

lurkin' the enemy representin' infinite

with presidencies you know

dead presidents to represent me

i'm our for presidents to represent me

i'm our for dead presidents to represent me