Nas, Jeezy - My President lyrics

Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this, by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This'll be the realest shit you ever quote
Let's go

My president is Black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My mama ain't at home and
Daddy's still in jail
Tryna make a play, anybody seen the scale?
My president is Black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and
My Jordans light grey
And they love to see white
Now how much you tryna pay? Let's go

Today was a good day
Hope I have me a great night
I don't know what you fishin' for


But catch you a great white
Me, I see great white, heavy as killer whales
I cannot believe this
Who knew it came in bales?
Who knew what came with jail? Who
Knew what came with prison?
Just 'cause you got opinions
Does that make you a politician?
Bush robbed all of us
Would that make him a criminal?
And then he cheated in Florida
Would that make him a Seminole?
I say, and I quote, "We need a miracle"
And I say a miracle 'cause
This shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr soul Survivor
Guess that make me a Konvict
Be all you can be
Now don't that sound like some dumb shit
When you die over crude oil as
Black as my nigga Bu
It's really a Desert Storm
That's word to my nigga Clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, AR, Arizona
Rep for them real niggas
I'm winnin' in California
Winnin' in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta
Landslide Alabama, on my way to Savannah

My president is Black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My mama ain't at home and
Daddy's still in jail
Tryna make a play, anybody seen the scale?
My president is Black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and
My Jordans light grey
And they love to see white
Now how much you tryna pay? Let's go

I said I woke up this mornin'
Headache this big pay all these damn bills
Feed all these damn kids
Buy all these school shoes
Buy all these school clothes
For some strange reason my
Son addicted to Polos
Love me some spinach dip
I'm addicted to Houston's
And if them numbers is right I'll
Take a trip out to Houston
An earthquake out in China
A hurricane in New Orleans
Street Dreams Tour
I showed my ass in New Orleans
Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out BG
It's all love, Bun, I'm forgivin' you, Pimp C
You know how the Pimp be
That nigga gon' speak his mind
If he could speak down from Heaven
He'd tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind
We ready for damn change
So y'all let the man shine
Stuntin' on Martin Luther
Feelin' just like a king
Guess this is what he meant when he
Said that he had a dream

My president is Black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My mama ain't at home and
Daddy's still in jail
Tryna make a play, anybody seen the scale?
My president is Black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and
My Jordans light grey
And they love to see white
Now how much you tryna pay? Let's go (yeah)

Our history, Black history
No president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets, had to flip some kis
So a nigga won't go broke
Then they put us in jail
Now a nigga can't go vote
So I spend dough on these hoes strippin'
She ain't a politician
Honey's a pole-itician
My president is Black, Rose golden charms
Twenty-two inch rims like Hulk Hogan's arms
When thousands of peoples is riled
Up to see you
That can arouse your ego, we've
Got mouths to feed, so
Gotta stay true to who you are
And where you came from
'Cause at the top will be the
Same place you hang from
No matter how big you can ever be
For whatever fee or publicity
Never lose your integrity
For years there's been some prize
Horses in this stable just two albums in
I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr black President, yo, Obama for real
They gotta put your face on the 5
000 dollar bill

My president is Black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My mama ain't at home and
Daddy's still in jail
Tryna make a play, anybody seen the scale?
My president is Black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and
My Jordans light grey
And they love to see white
Now how much you tryna pay? Let's go

See, I'm sittin' here right now, man
It's June 3rd, haha, 2: 08 am
Nigga, I wanna say win, lose or draw
Man, we congratulate you already, homie
See, I motivate the thugs, right?
You motivate us, homie, that's what it is
This a hands-off policy
Y'all touch him, we ridin', nigga
Yeah, first Black president, win
Lose or draw, nigga
Haha, matter of fact, you know what it is
Man? Shouts out to Jackie Robinson
Booker T washington, homie
Oh, you ain't think I knew that shit?
Sydney Poitier, what they do?
Our president is Black
I'm important too though
I was the first nigga to ride
Through my hood in a Lamborghini
Yeah, haha, you know what I'm sayin'?
Nah, for real, though, we ready for change