j cole - dead presidents lyrics
let me try this,
uh, yeah
money coming soon,
i’m out for presidents to represent me,
what up n-gg-?
yea n-gg-aaa, yea, uh,
gimmie my money, man, why else would a n-gg- be grinding? (right)
i’m for them diamonds, dog, how else could a n-gg- be shining?(true)
i’m glowing, knowing that the flow intact,
get this record deal, i swear to god,
my first ‘mil i’m blowing that! (haha)
now, like f-ck it i know i’ll grow it back, sh-t, it’s nothing,
funny how blacks spend their money on mad sh-t for stuntin,'(yea)
but sh-t, that’s all we know man, thats how a n-gg-s raised (true),
you learn bout two things: getting p-ssy, getting paid. (uh)
and you should be gettin’ laid by the time you in ninth grade,
so n-gg-s lying on they d-ck and hoes giving nice brain, yea.
in cl-ss dreamin’ bout having these nice things, (uh)
and then you look around and wonder why you strugglin’
but them whites ain’t. (hmmm)
i brush it off like, “f-ck it, it’s motivation,”(yea)
some n-gg-s gotta walk through life, some n-gg-s roller skating, (uh)
some n-gg-s byp-ssing steps, some n-gg-s chose to take ’em. (yea)
and for that fortune, man, some n-gg-s sold their soul to satan,
but f-ck 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 n-gg- making fortunes,
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, (nah)
time is money, b-tch, and a n-gg- payin tuition, (ahaha)
real n-gg-s hustle by using their intuition, (yup)
while these fake n-gg-s ain’t into doing, they into wishin,’
yeah,
uh,
i’m out for presidents to represent me,
i’m talking benjamins, n-gg-,
grants n-gg-,
from washingtons, man,
tired of those,
yeah!
’til i’m rich, ain’t no reason to settle n-gg-,
its greed that make a n-gg- wink at the devil to get that cheese,
you n-gg-s couldn’t think at my level, even with trees,
you couldn’t get this deep with a shovel, now n-gg-, please,
i’m chasing g’s tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze,
sick sh-t, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves.
ease to the top and i’m not finna leave ’til i’m hot,
but my watch gotta breeze, a south n-gg-,
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 n-gg-s riding is devout, so talking violence out yo’ mouth,
and you gonna find what i’m about, n-gg-!
far from a slouch, n-gg-, i ain’t gonna parl
Random Lyrics
- p o box - going to the court lyrics
- tyler the creator - radical lyrics
- keith sweat - make you say ooh lyrics
- dream - wish you were mine lyrics
- sainte catherines - back to the basement that i love lyrics
- scarred - lowlife lyrics
- mikeschair - love won't quit on us lyrics
- flocabulary - bottom of the ninth lyrics
- chrome cats - it's all good lyrics
- mixtapes - hope is for people lyrics