Dead Presidents (Mixtape Version)

Verse 1 Man I'm coming for every single thing I'm owed When I'm alone mastering flows Dead Presidents gotta Grow like Afro's Now listen up you don't get accidentally chose Different Paths always arose But in order to find that road You gotta look inside that soul Young Prodigy so cold, Study first then it unfolds Experience added on to being told is so gold Gather it all together and then create the whole mold And if even if your cards are bad, motherfucker don't fold Pay ya dues and Pay ya Tolls Soon enough you'll make the shows Break the hoes, and Shake the Hands Make Them Family Not Fans Hopefully they understand That your tryna be something Grand And when you bust up on the scene The goal is to be mainstream Cause if you blow, you gotta go, all the way Getting Paid, Living Great With Model Bitches in the Carribbean Shade Keep a Perfect Mind State to accelerate through the fake And when it's all said and done you pray that you reaching heavens gate But, The Devil's out there with his right hand on the bible To get if you if come near the title, So be ware Lights and Liv Night can turn into fear With one stroke of her hair And you be sitting there Wondering where the fuck is my career Gone You Seemed to have it, then it disappeared When in reality your dreams never actually got there So, Keep it in the circle and Get High Cause Someones always watching, Even a dollar got eyes Verse 2 Everything got a cost and Nothing is free Ya fuckers better learn it soon and get that College Degree So you can stack money, tap honeys and drink wine With your feet up playing strip poker only with Dimes Thats where they get ya College is a scam I'm Telling You In Advance So maybe your ass won't travel the same path You pay your life to throw a hat with a stripe And when the party's over you can't even afford Rice These bitches got you Now you in the dorm, 2 years In Figured out you a lil nice at rapping Put the words together and you muster up a flow Tell ya friends, they g ya head Saying you could really blow and you know They Don't really mean it But you keep it in between your heart and your mind And continue to grind Saying one day Ima shine when I master these rhymes And you put in the time Idols in their prime, You studied their lines Now you feel it in your soul The seed starts to grow You Be Killin' Em, Growning like Simba, Now you must go Their views changes slow and they wanna get on your goals And you think its better if you really really know your foes Even tho You ain't tryna kick it like american soccer They want ya where they gotcha right in the Dollar The shit that makes the baddest bitch hollar It's only right that I get It Dead Presidentials, Blacking out as usual