Dead Presidents - J. Cole

Let me try this,
Uh, Yeah
Money coming soon,
I'm out for Presidents to represent me,
What up n_gga?
Yea n_ggaaaa, yea, uh,

Gimmie my money, man, why else would a n_gga be grinding? (right)
I'm for them diamonds, dog, how else could a n_gga 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, that's how a n_ggas 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_ggas lying on they d_ck and hoes giving nice brain, yea.
In class 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_ggas gotta walk through life, some n_ggas roller skating, (uh)
Some n_ggas bypassing steps, some n_ggas chose to take 'em. (yea)
And for that fortune, man, some n_ggas 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_gga making Fortunes,
I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on.
These hoes is crying cause I won't pay 'em attention, (nah)
Time is money, b_tch, and a n_gga payin tuition, (ahaha)
Real n_ggas hustle by using their intuition, (yup)
While these fake n_ggas ain't into doing, they into wishin, '

I'm out for Presidents to represent me,
I'm talking Benjamins, n_gga,
Grants n_gga,
From Washingtons, man,
Tired of those,

'Til I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle n_gga,
It's greed that make a n_gga wink at the devil to get that cheese,
You n_ggas couldn't think at my level, even with trees,
You couldn't get this deep with a shovel, now n_gga, 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_gga,
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_ggas riding is devout, so talking violence out yo' mouth,
And you gonna find what I'm about, n_gga!
Far from a slouch, n_gga, 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 n_gga thinking,
For them Presidents, I'll treat a n_gga like Lincoln, blaaah!

Definitely out for Presidents to represent me, n_gga!

Money coming soon,
Mike Shaw, what's good?
Nervous wreck, what it is!
Ay, Bal Wal, what's good?
Filthy Rich, what's good?
Jerm you out, baby?,
I ain't made it home, coming soon my n_gga,
Got get up out, I'll buy you a drink, you know?
You know your boy drinking now, is he?
You been in since I was like what? 16, n_gga, 15?
21, I'm a grown ass man, sh_t done change homie,
Money is coming soon, trust me man,
Trust me, n_gga, I'm all grown up!

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