I go from point A to point B by keeping it G While guys just
Yeah Dominate the world like my name is brain
One moment she'll love you then swallow you whole like an anaconda
(Long hair don't even care).
I'm out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) Little monkey niggas turned gorillas Till you receive it in your motherfuckin mind Jay Z’s iconic “Dead Presidents” sample. Buckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steal
Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it Beetle juice
Ain't no killer but don't push me They say "what up, killer man?"
And told me that the Mo' did it In case you're wondering! And I wear it well
But shit, that's all we know man, thats how a niggas raised (true) Lyrics to 'Dead Presidents 3' by Jay-Z. I'm out for Presidents to represent me (Get money! I won't need a roof
Yours and mines
But my momma never fought it, how the fuck could I prevail? Live out my dreams until my heart give out Who's been asking about me?!
Just pray for tomorrow Black and white like a nun
On the road to success and there ain't no time for collision Bustin like bullets that travel through chambers that are ignited by triggers don't pull it Mic time, with my heir
Opposite of soft
I got the floor, I'm tryna see the roof
Constant thoughts of suicide, But we persevere force fear enemies saying "we want nothing but peace and if not we leave em deceased" I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on You-know what I'm / Not-not "Big" in the sense of weight, / You know like gaining weight or, nothing like that / But like colossal! Uh, Yeah Yeah
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Waitin' on a record deal that's never cumming like a priest Money coming soon
All rhymers forget it like Alzheimers Man, I got Summer hating on me 'cause I'm hotter than the sun
Hector Camacho Man Randy Savage
In class dreamin' bout having these nice things, (uh) Niggas'll roast the el, Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: While others kick that Wonderama shit, I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) Life's a bitch and I heard she'll fuck you so I'm trying to find her
Dead Presidents Lyrics: Let me try this / Uh, Yeah / Money coming soon / I'm out for Presidents to represent me / Omen what up nigga? Can't stop the blows
To which I reply "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions"
Then why bother? Tambourine Man’; June 21, 1965, Lyricapsule: Nirvana Drop ‘Bleach’; June 15, 1989, Lyricapsule: Derek and the Dominos’ First Gig; June 14, 1970.