J. Cole - Dead Presidents II lyrics

Yeah, Fayettenam

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 11 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!

I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money) i'm out for dead fucking
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money) i'm out for dead fucking
Presidents to represent me

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 you're 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 tryna do it how these
Other niggas did it i'm tryna live it how no
Other nigga ever lived it

I'm out for dead fucking
Presidents to represent me
Dead fucking presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fucking
Presidents to represent me
Dead fucking presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money) i'm out for dead fucking
Presidents to represent me