Preme - Obama lyrics

Lord Father
Pray I see the day my niggas blow
All the niggas ridin' with me
Down to let it go
Seen my niggas make a million
Off of we them blow
The block is hot how ironic
I just made it snow
Hoah, Just had your ho stuck in a finger fold
Cuz when you ballin' all these bitches
Just a give and go
My dog just did a decade shout my nigga Slo
He down to take a nigga life
For stepping on my toe
Woah, Shit is realer than it's ever been
Just bought a crib can't even find
A time to even settle in
No new friends still got the
"O" on my letterman
Smokin' like Pac would trip to see
The color of the president
Man I tell you, Man I tell you
Scary thinking bout success but i'm
More frightened bout my failures
Gangstas in the back we
Ain't sentimental with facts
Just feed your beats to me
This instrumental's a snack
Yeah, and I just signed my first producers
Shout out Bass and Pro shit imma make em rich
Eighteen karat gold plate on
The german lugers
Yeah, you touch my dogs you
Better dig a ditch just bury yourself
Your nothing but lies about wealth
And got the nerve to wonder why
Your shit sit on the shelf
Cuz we don't buy that
We don't buy what you sellin'
Since everybody fly you just
Dropping like bug repellent
Uh, how my girl chain bigger than yours
Just went a bought her a purse you
Bitches can't find in the stores
We tip the chauffeurs just for openin' doors
Aim at me tell the coroner save
A spot at the morgues
Highly connected with the cartels
Powder's for cheap
Its louis duffels and blackberry's on "PGP"
Cream Six, been rich don't need shit
Nightmares I've seen shit
Good guy with a mean bitch
And I mean this, yeah

Like Momma told ya
Wait til you grow up don't wanna know ya
I just got head from my ex
I was looking for closure
Used to being a loner, product of the corner
Funny them hoes that said you wouldn't
Blow up wanna blow ya
Get in the booth spit em the truth
You know the type of shit
These rappers don't usually do
Fuck it I love it
Musically pursuing the public
Just blew the the budget
Walk in the jeweler put chains
On all of my shooters
The new king of Gotham we
Hit a lick no problem
Even Batman started off with Robin
You feel me fuck the club up told myself
Rather get paid than party
Drake just put his name on the
Plate of a new bugatti
That's motivation, i'm motivated
I made a promise to my niggas
Doing life so excuse my impatience
It's Reign