Lyrics:
Diamond rope on my throat
And I'm feeling presidential please vote for the hope
If we vote for ya hope
Please answer one note
Let us get in mo' dough
on
The goddamn rent
Neither party is mine not the
Jackass or the elephant
Twnety thousand nig niggy nigas in the corner
Of the cell block but they come
From
the vote
Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats
Me and my click's champagning, and campaigning
While you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that
the street
There's somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket
But spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered
Now he's gotta walk fourteen blocks
the spliff, take the toke
You either gittin cake or broke
You can stay awake or (??)
Take a note, take a vote
Buy a landslide or tell ya man slide or I
(Ghost)
I burn bread I ain't talkin' toast, nigga (no)
Whole team of killas I'm the coach, nigga (yeah)
Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes
the world you know
Lit a whole leaf, feeling like a live wire
Bet I put some new tires on a lighting bolt
Til' I wreck into a pole, like a right to vote
I
on my head I got a Leeway
Tuesday Thursday still the day Yeah yeah
She only like my trap song
So I found a new block I could Trap on
Walking around all
Black man in America, I would saw we endangered but we really not
Cuz endangered species get protected by the cops
We run our blocks right? Then
coming from the block/
Say where I'm from? O, I'm coming from the block/
I'm from the place where they be shaking all the ass at/
The cops go cause they be
Pack twerk, I be on the block I’m with them grittas
My chain glow even when I cut the lights off
I can’t fuck with niggas that don’t hustle I get bricks
on the mic I feel at home I just flow
All the old heads on the block say we dope
Fuck Trump Everybody gotta vote
Feel like these drugs been killing me softly
her glove
Could give a fuck 'bout your Glock
Or how much chain that you rock
(Not at all)
She'n want no man on the block
She wan' a man at the top
really gonna have enough stock it
Bro there bare I don’t know what you watching
Cargo ain’t stopping
Cuz the blocks popping
If they put it on lock
Then
the street
I grabbed my glock and spun the block
And filled that fuck nigga up with heat
That's the last time that fuck nigga seen
No last words that nigga
Check the streets
Check the lock
Check the block
Check the Glock
Check his heart
Check his pockets
Check his home
Check to see if he alone
This nigga
can prove and show what privilege do
Tax breaks for the rich while the rest
Are treated like a pile of poo
Do anything to get your vote
Then after it's
outside
I'm spinnin' the block till the opps they on fye'
If he touchin' my tooley' lil' nigga gon' die
I put that on god that my brothers gon' ride
These
on your block
Got the red dot on you now take the shot
2A don't phase me nah I got my slide
We huntin down snakes, We aim for the hide
Try to jab me I don't
philly they told me i'm drawn
Blowing O's on the block like i'm Keef or i'm Von
I still move with a chop cause your bro might do wrong
Fuck it tho this
politicians they can rot in prison before they will ever get my vote
I been rappin for the wrong reasons
I was shoulders above to be competing
Had to change my
boiling hot
So do your part and get out and vote
So hot I'm solar, flow be deadly like Ebola
Bust a mic until it's over, I'm going viral mass exposure
she knows
And I’m putting that bitch on the team
Niggas is scared, spinning the block it’s a fair
On my name I’m too grizzly to bear
Then I dreaded
I got options
So why the fuck you calling matter fact I'm bout to block ya
Hoes on my line and they fine yea yea you know I got em
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