Lyrics:
need Benjamins
And my Balmain's
Is dead presidents
Ball like twenty-three
Smoke you like some weed
No you can't compete
You not in my league
I've been
to go klepto
So hands-on kinda hard for me to let go
Let go, stacking presidents like a LEGO
Would introduce you to my friends but they dead though
dead presidents like Jigga said
Sean Carter, you're the fire starter, killing all martyrs
If it's not the American in me, it's destiny
It's all fake,
ourselves
It ain't harder to tell when somebody stick you up and put the hammer to you
They want them dead presidents like stic.man and Mutulu
With a gun
or as the final
Word of whatever God may be
Christianity has given us an image of
Death and sexuality that we have based
Our culture around a half
Naked dead man
Girls think that they foreign
When they really for the streets
Niggas really dogs
Out here fucking anything
Our government corrupt
The president asleep
the meals you ain't ate yet
Always up walking to them dreams you ain't chase yet
That's jack shit if you ain't got a nickel son
Dead presidents, they
How's a phone gone be mistaken for a gun
Everyone you know carries a phone, but not all carry a gun
You'd think it be obvious by now to determine
It's been two years, man
Of, of, of waitin'
Man
[Michael Jackson:] "Can it be I stayed away too long"
[Murs:]
From my supporters and my
a woman shot at
Bleeding from her face her nostrils
Oh this what you wanted
Mr President your people starving and they feeling haunted
By the boogie men
nobody homeless
How can the president fix other problems when he ain't fixed home yet
The earth wasn't made for one man to rule alone
To all colors
without an umbrella
2020 Was a hell of a storm
Flooding the streets with nothing but grief
Alot of loved ones dead and gone
Thoughts in my head been flowing
Where I come from I'm wanted dead by many men (Cut)
Pour that mud up I'll tell you how it all began (Slatt)
Bitch I'm so up countin' dead presidents (Go)
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
(What!?)
Now I'm surrounded by folks I never met
Seems like the bigger you get
Equals nothing but death but nonetheless
Still got them dead presidents
Shit like this get skip on a mixtape
Self made nigga don't need no sensi
Pussyfoot nigga gone do what his bitch say
Dead presidents when I count like
dead presidents
I got witches all on me
They're confessing their sins
Bodies around me are burning so bright
Say hi to my knife in the dead of the night
innocence
Tryna find your resonance
Echos of us dead again
We could just be friends
Leave it all in the ends
Countin dead presidents
NightfallsAre you up
Sad
through the window and he nearly dropped dead
But before I get to that I want to catch you at the Jiminy Creek
Down by the Jiminy Creek
The Jiminy Creek
Oh,
Tyson stepping back into the ring, soon as I
Ladies and gentlemen for dead presidents it represents
Now hear what it's like when I (get on the mic)
like a dead president
Imma do it my way yea what else they expect
One in a hundred ya we top one percent
Spittin my mind this next line just to vent
is mainly only dead presidents
I'm in ya hood on 1080
Nigga we spinning and spinning and spinning again
Told you that you cannot play me
I put you
I got some dead presidents in My shoe box cemetery
Showed ya how to how to get Some money but you scary nigga
We was in that jungle where I'm from
to make some dead presidents, macking a million G
The money though, it's got people actin funny yo
As soon as some niggaz get some light, they be like
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