J. Cole - Dead Presidents II Lyrics

Appears on:  The Warm Up Mixtape

[Verse 1]
Yea Fayettenam
Uh, these n*ggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless naw 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 sh*t
Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these lame n*ggas could never get it
Like that bad b*tch 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 yea, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train
Its dope, then you should know the suppliers name
Its J. Cole, set of horns and a halo
And all these Jose Canseco wanna text-us like Waco
Its hard to remain faithful n*ggas be throwing hate
Yo I'm in a league of my own so what the f*ck would I play for!?
Some next n*ggas almost slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the f*ck is you kid-in?
These big weight n*ggas throwing their bid in
Try not to show stress
I guess the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my n*ggas we would get in
But that ain't even half the battle
Stay behind like a shadow
Or you catapult
Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a rope
I'd climb that motherf*cker to the top and never let it go!

[Chorus]
(I'm out for presidents to represent me n*gga!)
I out or president to represent me, yea!
I'm out for dead f*ckin presidents to represent me!-The warm up!
Yea, the warm up!-yea the warm up
(This is, the warm up!)

[Verse 2]
Ay, look heaven or hell, you choose
Freedom or jail, you lose
I cant stop em 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 hoe-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 n*gga from Ville that real n*ggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still n*ggas a grill
No Foreman, try not to call them ladies B's but them hoes swarmin'
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money your 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 cuz I asked for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, "hey can I last in this?"
Ay five years I'll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad b*tch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these whack n*ggas rehash and sh*t
Jackin styles you know, ski mask and sh*t
I pass these n*ggas, they trynna do it how these other n*ggas did it
I'm trynna live it how no other n*gga ever lived it!

[Chorus]
I'm out for dead f*cking presidents to represent me!
I'm out for dead f*cking presidents to represent me!
I'm out for dead f*cking presidents to represent me!
Dead f*cking presidents to represent me!
The warm up!
Yea, yea yea yea yea yea! the warm up!-yea yea yea yea the warm up hey!
Fayattenaaaam! n*gga yea!, Carolina all day!
yea!

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