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[chorus]
presidential, i be hoppin’ out of black trucks
don’t think that i’m a l!ck, i carry sh*t that send your soul up
my b*tch ass real, she get it done, it’s gon’ be swole up (it’s gon’ be swole up)
remember i was broke, i got them racks and they can’t fold up
catch me on the block, the glock pokin’, i give no f*ck
if your b*tch done been around the gang, think she a whole sl*t (think she a whole sl*t)
people callin’ beggin’ me for sh*t, b*tch, you can hold nuts
where was you when i was down bad? you ain’t gave one f*ck

[verse 1]
where was you when i was out there f*cked up on the block?
police sn*tch me up, i had to up and go and sell my watch
i caught another case, i had to bail out back*to*back
they tryna take me off the rack and put me way up on the shelf
n*ggas left me out to dry, i went and got it by myself
n*ggas fake kickin’ it with opps then i’ma shoot your ass for real (i’ma shoot your ass for real)
n*ggas know my dna, all we know is rob and k!ll (all we know is rob and k!ll)
i’ve been hustlin’ for a minute, i ain’t a rookie to the field
my first jump out, i was sober, i wasn’t geekin’ off no pills
you ever spent the same hour that your loved one done got k!lled in?
you can’t feel the sh*t i feel, you can’t relate to how i live
it sound crazy, but since a baby, i’ve been a product of the field (i’m a product of the field)

[chorus]
presidential, i be hoppin’ out of black trucks
don’t think that i’m a l!ck, i carry sh*t that send your soul up
my b*tch ass real, she get it done, it’s gon’ be swole up (it’s gon’ be swole up)
remember i was broke, i got them racks and they can’t fold up
catch me on the block, the glock pokin’, i give no f*ck
if your b*tch done been around the gang, think she a whole sl*t (think she a whole sl*t)
people callin’ beggin’ me for sh*t, b*tch, you can hold nuts
where was you when i was down bad? you ain’t gave one f*ck
where was you when i was down bad? you ain’t gave one f*ck
[verse 2]
you ain’t had sh*t to give
i had to learn you by yourself, it ain’t no helping hands (it ain’t no helping hands)
so i went straight to work
i had to put rap to the side and get my paper first (put my paper first)
now i’m all in
i’m on the road, i’m state to state and i don’t call in (nah, i don’t call in)
this a foreign, but it’s sp*ceships, baby, fall in (baby, hop in)
i was about to buy some cubans, i need all end
i’m tryna make a move (tryna make a move)
i’m tryna make the family wealthy
i done lost so many times, i asked allah to help me
and my circle changed (and my circle changed)
i done peeped the backdoor ’til i said, “f*ck them chains”
they say i really feel, i’m in the hood still
doin’ what the f*ck i want (what the f*ck i want)
n*ggas know my n*ggas step, i know the f*ck y’all don’t (i know the f*ck y’all don’t)
just leave that sh*t alone (leave that sh*t alone)
don’t need no n*ggas by my side, i hit the road alone (i hit the road alone)
you could tell by my demeanor that i set the done

[outro]
i do this sh*t for real, n*gga

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