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preme - obama lyrics

(verse 1)
lord father
pray i see the day my n-ggas blow
all the n-ggas ridin’ with me down to let it go
seen my n-ggas make a million off of we them blow
the block is hot how ironic i just made it snow
hoah, just had your ho stuck in a finger fold
cuz when you ballin’ all these b-tches just a give and go
my dog just did a decade shout my n-gga slo
he down to take a n-gga life for stepping on my toe
woah, sh-t is realer than it’s ever been
just bought a crib can’t even find a time to even settle in
no new friends still got the “o” on my letterman
smokin’ like pac would trip to see the color of the president

man i tell you, man i tell you
scary thinking bout success but i’m more frightened bout my failures
gangstas in the back we ain’t sentimental with facts
just feed your beats to me this instrumental’s a snack
yeah, and i just signed my first producers
shout out b-ss and pro sh-t imma make em rich
eighteen karat gold plate on the german lugers
yeah, you touch my dogs you better dig a ditch
just bury yourself, your nothing but lies about wealth
and got the nerve to wonder why your sh-t sit on the shelf
cuz we don’t buy that, we don’t buy what you sellin’
since everybody fly you just dropping like bug repellent
uh, how my girl chain bigger than yours
just went a bought her a purse you b-tches can’t find in the stores
we tip the chauffeurs just for openin’ doors
aim at me tell the coroner save a spot at the morgues
highly connected with the cartels powder’s for cheap
its louis duffels and blackberry’s on “p.g.p”
cream six, been rich don’t need sh-t
nightmares i’ve seen sh-t, good guy with a mean b-tch
and i mean this, yeah

like momma told ya, wait til you grow up don’t wanna know ya
i just got head from my ex, i was looking for closure
used to being a loner, product of the corner
funny them hoes that said you wouldn’t blow up wanna blow ya
get in the booth spit em the truth
you know the type of sh-t these rappers don’t usually do
f-ck it i love it, musically pursuing the public
just blew the the budget
walk in the jeweler put chains on all of my shooters
the new king of gotham we hit a l1ck no problem
even batman started off with robin, you feel me
f-ck the club up told myself rather get paid than party
drake just put his name on the plate of a new bugatti
that’s motivation, i’m motivated
i made a promise to my n-ggas doing life so excuse my impatience
it’s reign

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