These cops trippin' now they want me dead
I respect that you don't know yet
Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends
What you took and called back, how many dead presidents
That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,
Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends
My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements
I'd never trust our presidents, they don't act for their residents,
Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
Cause you presidents are dead in the presence of the resident precedent setting dissident
Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,
Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus
Like sally mae on college debt
Back from the motherfucking dead
Smack another person dead
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
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