Dead Presidents

Jay-Z, Lil Wayne, Trey Songz, DrakeBuy this song


Shawn Corey Carter (born December 4, 1969), better known by his stage name Jay-Z, is an American rapper, record producer, entrepreneur, and occasional actor. He is one of the most financially successful hip hop artists and entrepreneurs in America. In 2012, Forbes estimated Carter's net worth at ne… more »

Rock on
Roc-A-Fella why'all

 Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me [Repeat: x2]
I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me

Well I was fit that wonderama shit
Me and my conglomerate  Share remain anonymous  Caught up in the finest shit

Live out by dreams until my heart get vowed 
And while we crave you know exactly what the shits about
Fuck y'all mean handlin' since a teen I dish out
Like the point got off your favorite team without doubt

My life ain't rosy but I roll with it
My mind was fine till the dough hit it
And told me that the mo' did it
And now it's closer shit and so I said it

I blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no bitchin'
 Watch how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggaz be knockin', 
Tryin' to strike a bargain, 
Hopin' that they might get part in

Shit on me boy we got me pins and needles 
And my cerebral be's the wickedess evil
 Thoughts that this boughter feed you
Feed back in a game so deep fien's can catch ya

 Freeze off my knee cap can y'all believe that
Got the city drinkin' Crystal raise up the fee
 Rappers going broke tryin' to keep up wit me
My rise the riches surprise the bitches 

 Think harder you know this nigga Jay-Z Shawn Cotter
G.S. to fuck up, three years to fuck up
 Watch me shine like a brightly be gets to fuck up
All rhymers forget like altimers 

 Small timers I said it 
I'm adressin' all drama torture

[Chorus: x2]
I'm out for Presidents to represent me [Repeat: x3]
I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me

So sick of niggaz 
I want money like Cosby who wouldn't
It's this kind of talk that make me think 
You probably ain't got no pudding 

 Niggaz got them kinda dreams from jet
You in the streets nigga 
Make your move get your get your mail
 Niggaz are coastin' the S.L. but can't post bail

 Niggaz are roast the L. 
But scared to throw your toast well
I'am here to tell niggaz it ain't all swell 
It's heaven been in tell niggaz 

One day your cruisin' in ya seven 
Next day your sweatin' forgetin' your lies
 Alabuys ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up
Hit with the rico, they repo, the re-he-ico

 Everything was all good just a week ago
Bout to start bitchin' ain't you
 Ready to start snitchin' ain't you
I forgive your weak ass hustlin' just ain't you

 Aside from the fast cars
 Hunnies that shake they ass at bars
You know you wouldn't be involded 
With the underworld dealers, carriers and mac-miller's

East-coast parties, west-coast cap peelers  Little monkey niggaz turn gorilla's
 Stoped in the station filled up on noctane 
And now they not sane, and not playin'

That goes without sayin'
Slangin' day in and day out
With money playin' then they play you out
Tryin' to escape my own mind

Lurkin' the enemy representin' infinite 
With presidencies you know

Dead Presidents to represent me [Repeat: x4]
I'm our for presidents to represent me [Repeat: x7]
I'm our for Dead Presidents to represent me


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