Dead Presidents II

[Verse 1] These niggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish My crew is foolless no 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 shit Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name Now these lame niggas could never get it Like that bad bitch 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 eleven minutes So yeah, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo And all these Jose Canseco's wanna text-us like Waco Its hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate Yo I'm in a league of my own so what the fuck would I play for? Some next niggas almost slid in but didn't fit in Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kiddin? These big wig niggas throwing their bid in Try not to show stress I guess the flow is protested like a sit in I told my niggas we would get in But that ain't even half the battle Stay behind like a shadow Or you catapult Now if I had a ladder or now even if I had a rope I'd climb that motherfucker to the top and never let it go! [Hook] 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 dead fucking presidents to represent me. (x2) [Verse 2] Heaven or hell, you choose Freedom or jail, you lose I can't stop, I'm 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 ho-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 Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill No Foreman, try not to call them ladies bees but them hoes swarmin Now honey, Aye 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? Aye five years I'll probably laugh at this Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense I keep it fresh while these wack niggas rehash and shit Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it I'm tryna live it how no other nigga ever lived it [Hook]