Dead Presidents III

"Dead Presidents III"

Dead Presidents III, Not to be confused with Growing Pains III

Logic this logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack

Logic just don't give a fuck, RATTPACK

So many people think that rap is they calling, stop it just cease

Got it capiche? This is my house you fuckers just lease

Waitin' on a record deal that's never coming like a priest

Black and white like a nun

These up-and-comers our sun

Like the break of dawn

So follow your father like an apostle

Paint pictures like a Picasso while bitches uncover my fossil

Never knowin what's gon follow

However we never wallow in our sorrow

Just pray for tomorrow

At times my heart could be hollow

Emotions forced to be swallowed

While neighborhood cats blast off gats like the Apollo

This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder

Life's a bitch and I heard she'll fuck you so I'm trying to find her

One moment she'll love you then swallow you whole like an anaconda

The bitch is kinky, kind of

So with the lift of a pinky I'mma

Dominate the world like my name is brain

Spit flame like propane

Bitches I overcame you know the name

Ink in my veins, inflames

and spew on the page, to numb the pain like Novocain, mutha fucker

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

Allow me to kill it off the brake like no traffic

Murderin' every demographic

Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that it's graphic

Rip the mic to set the example

While all these mu-fuckers testin my patience like blood samples

Constant thoughts of suicide, we live in an era that's do or die

Society expects us to fail, I'm talking about you and I

But we persevere force feed enemies truth serum

We want, nothing but peace and if not we leave em deceased

In your central nervous system like heroine reppin' maryland to the fullest

Bustin like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers don't pull it

I get from point A to point B by keeping it G

Ain't no killer but don't push me

If you grab the heat you a pussy

Knuckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steel

I have not a single enemy

Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, In they mind

Cuz I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme

And when it comes to dame's I catch plane's

They catch feelins

Haters keep my name in they mouth like fillings

High as the ceiling

Ya'll really don't know who your dealing with now

Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen

Thankful for every breath I'm givin

Fuck social division

On the road to success and their ain't no time for collision

People ask "how you get your flow so amazing"

To which I reply "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions"

Haters takin' shots they never graze him

Now if pro is the opposite of con

What's the opposite of pro-gress

I love my country but that shit a mess

Grew up on section 8, I can attest

And now they wonder why I claim that I'm the fucking best

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it

Now run it back and retrieve it

Till you receive it in your mother fuckin mind

Only 22 but I feel like I'm 99

Back in 1999 that's when I began to rhyme

Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I shine

Daddy was smokin crack I was raised by a single mom

Fastin every night I ain't talking bout no Ramadan

I was poor as fuck me and my momma didn't have a dime

At 16 the school system dismissed him and wished him well

But my momma never fought it, how the fuck could I prevail?

So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own

I left home at 17

Shortly after my momma got stabbed by fucking around in the streets

But she still breathin which gives me a reason

to believe in a higher power instead of grieving

So many rappers biting me you would think they was teethin

And now you know this is just a sugar coated version

within a fraction of a percentage that was taken from just a piece of my story

by OG