lirik lagu dead presidents – pat dolla$
shining in this b-tch, clear sh-t like hd
keep your finger off the switch, we don’t need no lights please
and my adversities cause controversy you see
cause when i cook up a verse they working to be grilling me
sh-t, i ain’t a g, prodigy off the leash
only a few tracks in, they think i’m k!lling these beats
and why they stuck in the past, i’m past next week
count dead presidents 4 ways, i got hands for feet
like taz in a china shop, i’m spinning till i f-cking drop
or stop spending, i gotta mend it
mistakes pretended when i’m apprehending a beat and lending knowledge
intelligence, cause my mind stays throbbin
but oh yea man that mic i gotta hog it
fans knocking down my door like the fbi
cause i oversupply the fans until they multiply
and multiply the amounts of opened doors like chauffeured rides
they tell me i’m the next great white
but the ocean is filled with so many fish, why can’t i be nice?
or be like mike
but when’s the last time a white player could try and be like mike?
a question with no answer, leave you open ended
freedom of speech, but yet you gotta stamp it when you send it
i’m in the middle of what’s real and what’s good
and ain’t no other freshman topping this sh-t so what’s good?
yea, why does every dream gotta end in a k!lling?
why do all heroes become villains?
that’s the questions i want answered
among why there is no cure for cancer, doctors should be curing the ill
not giving them a date to finish their will, sh-t
these people need a reality check
been watching jersey sh0r- so much, they got no reality left
tanning, laundry and some bowflex sets, me
i’m tryna get the cover of the complex
build my name like a complex, cause i am more complex
than these phonies counting dead presidentials
i’m out for them too but we are from equal
cause i am coming soon like the hangover sequel
these others are never coming like sterilized people
so they could, put my name in magazines, ads, and take pics
but it won’t, change this, i do it for the kids
yea, the name’s dolla$, but i’m far from rich
i’m p-ssed at being broke, so all i do is take sh-ts
and while i, sit back with preparation, dream chasing
i plan on making critics chew it like its raw bacon
right now i’m on some unsigned hype
but i’m only getting bigger like when you scratch a mosquito bite
so sit back listen and light a plant
i’m out for dead f-cking presidents, ulysses s. grant
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