Lyrics and translation
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Presidents to represent me!
I'm out for presidents to represent me. I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for every old president to represent me.
Well I will spit that wonder rhymer shit, me and my conglomerate shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit.
Live out my dreams until my heart give out and Broadway Craig, you know exactly what this shit's about. Fuck y'all mean?
Animal insensitive, got to shout.
Like the point guard of your favorite team, without doubt. My life ain't rosy but I roll with it.
My mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the mo' did it.
And now it's kosher, shit is so acidic. I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitches.
Watch how I'm walking cause even the fairest niggas be narkin', trying to strike a bargain, hoping that they might get pardoned. Shit I'm in Broadway, got me pins and needles.
And my cerebral beats the wickedest evil, thoughts that the slaughter feed you.
P fact, in the game so deep fiends can catch a freeze off my kneecap, can y'all believe that? Got the city drinking Cristals, we up the fee.
Rappers going broke trying to keep up with me.
My rise to riches surprised the bitches, think harder. You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter.
G-ester, fuck up, driester, fuck up. Watch me shine like a bright luminescent, fuck up.
Old rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's. Small timers, I said it, I'm addressing all drama, talk to me!
I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for every old president to represent me. I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for every old president to represent me.
So sick of niggas. I want money like Cosby, who wouldn't?
It's this kind of talk that make me think you probably ain't got no pudding.
Niggas got them kind of dreams from jail. You in the streets nigga, make your moves, get your mail.
Niggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail.
Niggas'll roast the L but scared to throw your toast, well. . . I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell.
There's heaven, then there's hell niggas.
One day you're cruising in your Seven, next day you're sweating, forgetting your lies.
Alibis ain't matching up, bullshit catching up. Here with the weak ho, they repo your vehicle.
Everything was all good just a week ago. About to start bitching ain't you?
Ready to start snitching ain't you? I forgive your weak ass, hustling just ain't you.
Aside from the fast cars, honies that shake they ass in bars, you know you wouldn't be involved with the underworld dealers, carriers of Mac Millers.
East Coast bodyers, West Coast caterpillars. Little monkey niggas turn gorillas.
Stopped in the station, filled up on octane and now they're not sane and not playing, that goes without saying.
Slaying day in and day out with money playing, then they play you out.
Trying to escape my own mind, lurking the enemy, representing infinity with presidencies, -you know. . . -Every old president to represent me.
Every old president to represent me. Every old president to represent me.
Every old president to represent me. I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for presidents to represent me. I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for presidents to represent me.
I'm out for every old president to represent me.