J. Cole - Dead Presidents lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Dead Presidents lyrics]
Let me try this uh, yeah
Money coming soon
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Omen what up nigga? Yea niggaaaa, yea, uh
Gimmie my money, man
Why else would a nigga be grinding? (Right)
Out for them diamonds, dog
How else could a nigga be shining? (True)
I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact
Get this record deal, I swear to God
My first 'mil I'm blowing that (haha)
Like fuck it, I know I'll grow it back, shit
It's nothing
Funny how blacks they spend dough
On mad shit for stuntin' (yea)
But shit, that's all we know man
Thats how a niggas raised (true)
You learn bout two things: getting pussy
Getting paid (uh)
And you should be gettin' laid by
The time you in ninth grade
So niggas lying on they dick
And hoes giving nice brain, yea
In class dreamin' bout having
These nice things (uh)
And then you look around and wonder why
You strugglin' but them whites ain't? (Hmmm)
I brush it off like, "fuck it
It's motivation" (yeah)
Some niggas gotta walk through life
Some niggas roller skating
Some niggas bypassing steps
Some niggas chose to take 'em (yeah)
And for that fortune, man
Some niggas sold their soul to Satan
But fuck it man, I ain't hatin
' I gotta go for mines
My little godsister pregnant now
I put in overtime on my grind, yeah
Just like the nigga making Folgers
I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra
I'm tryna get my Oprah on
These hoes is crying cuz I
Won't pay 'em attention (nah)
Time is money, bitch
And a nigga payin tuition (aha)
Real niggas hustle by using their intuition
(yup)
While these fake niggas ain't about doing
They into wishin'
Yeah uh
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm talking Benjamins, nigga grants nigga
From Washingtons, man tired of those
Yeah!
Till I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle
Nigga its greed that make a nigga wink at
The devil to get that cheese
You niggas couldn't think at my level
Even with trees
You couldn't get this deep with
A shovel, now nigga, please
I'm chasing G's tryna throw some
Diamonds on them freeze sick shit
Sneeze on some thousand dollar sleeves
Ease to the top and I'm not
Finna leave till I'm hot
But my watch gotta breeze, a south nigga
Boy, I'm shining without the
Diamonds in my mouth
Out grindin' while you reclining
On your couch
I'm climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt
My niggas riding is devout
So talking violence out yo' mouth
And you gonna find what I'm about, nigga!
Far from a slouch, nigga
I ain't gonna parlé with y’all
I’ll probably hit ya
My hand game like Bobby Fisher but check
Them checks is all a nigga thinking
For them Presidents
I’ll treat a nigga like Lincoln bLOW!
Money coming soon
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Omen what up nigga? Yea niggaaaa, yea, uh
Gimmie my money, man
Why else would a nigga be grinding? (Right)
Out for them diamonds, dog
How else could a nigga be shining? (True)
I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact
Get this record deal, I swear to God
My first 'mil I'm blowing that (haha)
Like fuck it, I know I'll grow it back, shit
It's nothing
Funny how blacks they spend dough
On mad shit for stuntin' (yea)
But shit, that's all we know man
Thats how a niggas raised (true)
You learn bout two things: getting pussy
Getting paid (uh)
And you should be gettin' laid by
The time you in ninth grade
So niggas lying on they dick
And hoes giving nice brain, yea
In class dreamin' bout having
These nice things (uh)
And then you look around and wonder why
You strugglin' but them whites ain't? (Hmmm)
I brush it off like, "fuck it
It's motivation" (yeah)
Some niggas gotta walk through life
Some niggas roller skating
Some niggas bypassing steps
Some niggas chose to take 'em (yeah)
And for that fortune, man
Some niggas sold their soul to Satan
But fuck it man, I ain't hatin
' I gotta go for mines
My little godsister pregnant now
I put in overtime on my grind, yeah
Just like the nigga making Folgers
I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra
I'm tryna get my Oprah on
These hoes is crying cuz I
Won't pay 'em attention (nah)
Time is money, bitch
And a nigga payin tuition (aha)
Real niggas hustle by using their intuition
(yup)
While these fake niggas ain't about doing
They into wishin'
Yeah uh
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm talking Benjamins, nigga grants nigga
From Washingtons, man tired of those
Yeah!
Till I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle
Nigga its greed that make a nigga wink at
The devil to get that cheese
You niggas couldn't think at my level
Even with trees
You couldn't get this deep with
A shovel, now nigga, please
I'm chasing G's tryna throw some
Diamonds on them freeze sick shit
Sneeze on some thousand dollar sleeves
Ease to the top and I'm not
Finna leave till I'm hot
But my watch gotta breeze, a south nigga
Boy, I'm shining without the
Diamonds in my mouth
Out grindin' while you reclining
On your couch
I'm climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt
My niggas riding is devout
So talking violence out yo' mouth
And you gonna find what I'm about, nigga!
Far from a slouch, nigga
I ain't gonna parlé with y’all
I’ll probably hit ya
My hand game like Bobby Fisher but check
Them checks is all a nigga thinking
For them Presidents
I’ll treat a nigga like Lincoln bLOW!