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lirik lagu dead presidents ii – j. cole

“dead presidents ii”

[verse 1:]
yea fayettenam
uh, these n*gg*s is playing russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
my crew is foolless naw we don’t dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-instead while these dudes beg for head
they got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap sh*t
look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
now these lame n*gg*s could never get it
like that bad b*tch you wanted but could never hit it
clever with it, my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it
so high if i dropped i would fall for 11 minutes
so yea, i operate on a higher plain, my thoughts take a higher train
it’s dope, then you should know the suppliers name
it’s j. cole, set of h*rns and a halo
and all these hoes ? wanna text-us like waco
it’s hard to remain faithful n*gg*s be throwing hate
yo i’m in a league of my own so what the f*ck would i play for!?
some next n*gg*s almost slide in but didn’t fit in
naw i ain’t maury povich but who the f*ck is you kid-in?
these big weight n*gg*s throwing their bid in
try not to show stress
i guess the flow is protested like a sit in
i told my n*gg*s we would get in
but that ain’t even half the battle
stay behind like a shadow
or you catapult
not if i had a ladder or not even if i had a rope
i’d climb that motherf*cker to the top and never let it go!

(i’m out for presidents to represent me n*gg*!)
i out or president to represent me, yea!
i’m out for dead f*ckin presidents to represent me! the warm up!
yea, the warm up! yea the warm up
(this is, the warm up!)

[verse 2:]
ay, look heaven or h*ll you choose
freedom or jail, you lose
i can’t stop em as hot as the devils shoes
overcame a low life status to blow like gladys
ahead of my time like i live my whole life backwards
i’m nothing like these hoe-like rappers
my whole life practice to be the one
what’s it like to be lebron
they calling you the saviour, so much pressure but you deal with it
the weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it
i’ll with it for real, lil n*gg* from ville that real n*gg*s can feel
n*body taught us how to cook still n*gg*s a grill
no foreman, try not to call them ladies bs but them hoes swarmin
now honey, ay is it destiny or is it money your feelin
heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin a million
pardon my paranoid mind but i’m starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same
no one left for me to blame but myself cause i asked for this
headed for fame but in my brain, hey can i last in this?
ay five years i’ll probably laugh at this
try not to let it wear me out like a bad b*tch with fashion sense
i keep it fresh while these whack n*gg*s rehash and sh*t
jackin styles you know, ski mask and sh*t
i p*ss these n*gg*s, they trynna do it how these other n*gg*s did it
i’m trynna live it how no other n*gg*s ever lived it!

[repeat chorus:]

i’m out for f*cking presidents to represent me!
i’m out for f*cking presidents to represent me!
i’m out for f*cking presidents to represent me!
dead f*cking presidents to represent me!
the warm up!
yea, yea yea yea yea yea! the warm up! yea yea yea yea the warm up hey!
fayattenaaaam! n*gg* yea!, carolina all day!

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