Lyrics:
deads so high they start to look just like dead presidents
When you ask me to spit crazy you know I be sending it
I be lighting matches so I guess you
The cold reign of darkness-shadows the infinite shadow
Enlisting blackness to repairthe wounds
Which were successfully administered
By the cruel
Dead presidents, John Kennedy
Dead presidents, pockets Mount Everest
When I step on the scene it's a felony (yeah, yeah)
Christian Louboutin (yeah)
it's beef
Out here in these streets
Everybody tryna eat off the same plate
Dead presidents, we want the same face
And to think, me and the president
your neck knows it phat
Check it out like this and then like that
I perfect raps stick in under your skin
Either your noddin' by now
Or your dead
Dead presidents lined coffin text in biblical unrest
The blind pride home genocide
And the secret wars we all missed
It's the blueprint to the fall
but death
But nonetheless, still 'bout them dead presidents
Innocent residence, straper looked out, begin
Funerals for the cold-blooded makeup skin
Did it all start
With Kennedy
A Dead President
And a tale for thee
No men on the moon
By Kuberik
We don't believe
Says the minor public
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Cause ain't none alive out here to represent me
I got some pain in my heart who gonna check me
Throwing
Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree
And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me
They gon' have to take me straight to Satan
Pull up
Run a man down in an all white Benz
Pull up cocaine powder whip run a man down in an all white Benz
Dead presidents hit my line aye we talk
here wit the gang I gotta two by Four
Let this pistol bang like G I Joe
All about the dead presidents a nigga keep cashin
Nigga my shoes cost yo rent
a fortune
Counting up dead presidents
Spending these corpses
I can't give up on the bag just like an orphan
God damn
Money only thing important
I need
and key, made damn sure they're free
Well I walked through the jungle and around the bend
Who should I meet but President Diem
Said you're fighting
money by the hour
Red (red), power deh yah, green (green), shower deh yah
Dem green with envy when me roll di purple skunk
Inna di black Beamer, white
George still dead, Breonna still gone (gone)
Ahmaud Arbery, nah he never made it home
Forty million unemployed, what the fuck is goin' on?
Let's burn
they touch a Benz
Muslims loadin' up AK's, dead presidents
Call from the White House, they said meet with Trump
I'm only comin' if they pardon and put
tasty for a few and murder for the group
A dead-end street with a lemonade stand
Where is the sky in upside down land?
That question is hard if you
ditches, they dyin for dead presidents
The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant
But in real life they so soft and so delicate
Thought you was
Kids shot dead in the streets now they eyes closed
How you call it angels when it's kings getting beat up
And Gil Garcetti in his office with his feet
Sometimes being alone what you need the most
Surrounded by dead presidents like I'm seeing ghost
Always speed racing gotta chase it life come at you fast
money, Dead faced presidents
She ask me why the fuck I'm high all the time
Bitch this my medicine
I just get by
I live day to day on otha shit
I just get
Intelligent
I always know that the police was the enemy
And every dead president I make will
Be a friend of me
Bitches ain't shit, cuz most of them is evil
What does it take
To decide to run
For vice president
Of middle school?
Do you have to think
You're not good enough
Or maybe think the guy
Who's
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