Dead Presidents

Let me try this

Money coming soon

I'm out for Presidents to represent me

Omen what up *****?

Gimme my money, man, why else would a ***** be grinding?

Out for them diamonds, dog, how else could a ***** be shining?

I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact

Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first 'mil I'm blowing that!

Like **** it I know I'll grow it back, ****, it's nothing

Funny how blacks spend dough on mad **** for stuntin'

But ****, that's all we know man, thats how a *****s raised

You learn bout two things: getting *****, getting paid

And you should be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade

So *****s lying on they **** and hoes giving nice brain, yea

In class dreamin' bout having these nice things

And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin'

But them whites ain't

I brush it off like, "**** it, it's motivation."

Some *****s gotta walk through life, some *****s roller skating

Some *****s bypassing steps, some *****s chose to take 'em

And for that fortune, man, some *****s sold their soul to Satan

But **** it man, I ain't hatin,' I gotta go for mines

My little God-sister pregnant now, I put in overtime

On my grind, yea, just like the ***** making Folgers

I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on

These hoes is crying cuz I won't pay 'em attention

Time is money, *****, and a ***** payin tuition

Real *****s hustle by using their intuition

While these fake *****s ain't into doing, they into wishin,'

I'm out for Presidents to represent me

I'm talking Benjamins, *****

Grants *****

From Washingtons, man

Tired of those

Yeah!

Till I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle *****

Its greed that make a ***** wink at the devil to get that cheese

You *****s couldn't think at my level, even with trees

You couldn't get this deep with a shovel, now *****, please

I'm chasing G's tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze

Sick ****, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves

Ease to the top and I'm not finna leave till I'm hot

But my watch gotta breeze, a south *****

Boy, I'm shining without the diamonds in my mouth

Out grindin' while you reclining on your couch

I'm climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt

My *****s riding is devout

So talking violence out yo' mouth

And you gonna find what I'm about, *****!

Far from a slouch, *****, I ain't gonna parle with y'all

I'll probably hit ya, my hand game like Bobby Fisher

But check, them checks is all a ***** thinking

For them Presidents, I'll treat a ***** like Lincoln