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Yea Fayettenam |
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Uh, these niggas is playing |
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Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish |
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My crew is foolless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead |
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Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck- |
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Instead while these dudes beg for head |
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They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap shit |
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Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name |
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Now these lame niggas could never get it |
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Like that bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it |
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Clever with it , my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it |
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So high if |
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I dropped |
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I would fall for 11 minutes |
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So yea, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train |
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Its dope, then you should know the suppliers name |
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Its J. Cole, set of horns and a halo |
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And all these |
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Jose Canseco wanna text-us like |
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WacoIts hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate |
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Yo Im in a league of my own so what the fuck would |
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I play for!? |
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Some next niggas almost slide in but didn't fit in |
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Naw I aint |
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Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in? |
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These big weight niggas throwing their bid in |
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Try not to show stress |
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I guess the flow is protested like a sit in |
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I told my niggas we would get in |
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But that aint even half the battle |
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Stay behind like a shadow |
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Or you catapult |
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Not if I had a ladder or not even if |
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I had a rope |
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I'd climb that motherfucker to the top and never let it go! |
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Chorus(Im out for presidents to represent me nigga!) |
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I out or president to represent me, yea! |
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Im out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me!- |
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The warm up! |
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Yea, the warm up!-yea the warm up(This is, the warm up!) |
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Verse TwoAy, look heaven or hell, you choose |
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Freedom or jail, you lose |
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I cant stop em as hot as the devils shoes |
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Overcame a low life status to blow like |
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GladysAhead of my time like |
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I live my whole life backwards |
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Im nothing like these hoe-like rappers |
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My whole life practice to be the one |
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Whats it like to be |
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LebronThey calling you the saviour , so much pressure but you deal with it |
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The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it |
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Ill with it for real, lil nigga from |
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Ville that real niggas can feel |
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Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill |
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No Foreman, try not to call them ladies |
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B's but them hoes swarmin' |
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Now honey, |
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Ay is it destiny or is it money your feelin' |
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Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin' a million |
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Pardon my paranoid mind but |
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I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same |
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No one left for me to blame but myself cuz |
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I asked for this |
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Headed for fame but in my brain, "hey can I last in this?" |
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Ay five years |
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I'll probably laugh at this |
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Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense |
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I keep it fresh while these whack niggas rehash and shit |
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Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit |
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I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it |
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Im trynna live it how no other nigga ever lived it! |
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ChorusIm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me! |
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Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me! |
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Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me! |
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Dead fucking presidents to represent me! |
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The warm up! |
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Yea, yea yea yea yea yea! the warm up!-yea yea yea yea the warm up hey! |
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Fayattenaaaam! nigga yea!, |
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Carolina all day!yea! |
