Dead Presidents

[Verse 1] I remember, I used to play ball so much That energetic youth bout to be lit up in this dutch On some Mamba shit, always come through in the clutch White boy, trying to get those big bucks, like Milwaukee Grew up listening to Lupe Jake Learned gone Ginger-Vitus is the new name Burlington kids, always got a new artist Really they washed up and old like Charles Barkley Man I took a shot, and I never miss Automatic flow, I don't even need to shift Started from the projects Literally man I started from the projects Was a project, now I'm doing the senior project Money's not an object Its an advantage Covering these rich lies like a bandage Contemplating the problems with the troubled youth Like what you think your grandmama would say to you? About your alleged drug use Your views are obtuse And that selfish shit has no purpose Think you got off the hook doing community service? You being a "boss" has you being a servant Lawdy Lawdy, just bought me a new pair of Jordans says the kid who probably shoplifted em Cause getting a job is too difficult Its real shit you can't even understand Like that blonde chick with a good tan [Verse 2] This my single shit, not for resale Just put the deposit in the mail Now all I have to do is not fail But me failing is like Helen Keller not reading brail I heard your bread is light n stale While mine broke the scale Coming from a whole new place I'm bout to kill the game Just a ginger youngin trying to make a name Not talking bout the fame Just enough to keep my fam straight so have faith I'm close, I'm telling you I'm close Pretty soon I'm bout to be on a tear like D-Rose Keep you on your toes while your girl is on her knees Bet I steal her from ya like a suicide squeeze She easy to please I guess that say something Like Drake when he was coming up Special occasion expect a button-up Tie is too serious and I'm a funny guy sure nuff Never been tough But with the way I rhyme words its enough Never made it off of luck, shit I never made it either way Like Shaq trying to shoot a fade Keep a look out for that Pak tape Finna kill everything in the game After this shit nothing gonna be the same Blunt got me Pacin' back and forth like Indiana These words like a camera